I talked with a stranger
So sad and forlorn
His garments were sackcloth
All tattered and torn
He told me a story
Of sorrow and woe
His heart went to heaven
At the first fall of snow
He spoke of his angel
A dear baby girl
He loved every footstep
He loved every curl
But she went to heaven
Just one year ago
The angels came for her
At the first fall of snow
He still had the dolly
That she used to love
He held and caressed it
And gazed up above
He whispered, "My darling
You're waiting I know
I'll bring you your dolly
At the first fall of snow"
And there as I listened
My eyes filled with tears
I knew she was part of
His happier years
His frail body trembled
He spoke soft and low
"I'll be with my baby
At the first fall of snow"
I just couldn't tell him
How I felt inside
I patted his shoulder
My feelings to hide
He smiled as we partred
Cause he didn't know
That we'd lost our baby
At the first fall of snow