At The First Fall Of Snow

I talked with a stranger, so sad and alone
 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 baby, 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 patted his shoulder, my feelings to hide
 He couldn't know, I was crying inside
 He smiled as we parted, 'cause he didn't know
 That we lost our baby at the first fall of snow