D                                    G 
I talked with a stranger, so sad and forlorn, 
                  A                            D 
His garments were sack cloth, all tattered and torn. 
                                  G 
He told me a story, of sorrow and woe, 
                  D              A              D 
His heart went to Heaven, at the first fall of snow. 
 
 
D                                  G 
He spoke of his angel, a dear baby girl, 
               A                        D 
He loved every footstep, he loved every curl. 
                                      G 
But she went to Heaven, just one year ago, 
                D               A             D 
The angels came for her, at the first fall of snow. 
 
 
D                                        G 
He still had the dolly, that she used to love, 
              A                       D 
He held and caressed it, and gazed up above. 
                                         G 
He whispered, \"My baby, you're waiting I know,  
                    D             A             D 
I'll bring you your dolly, at the first fall of snow.\" 
 
 
D                                            G 
And there as I listened, my eyes filled with tears,  
               A                    D 
I knew she was part of, his happier years. 
                                           G 
His frail body trembled, he spoke soft and low, 
                 D            A             D 
\"I'll be with my baby, at the first fall of snow.\" 
 
 
D                                     G 
I patted his shoulder, my feelings to hide, 
A                                D 
He couldn't know, I was crying inside, 
                                        G 
He smiled as we parted, cause he didn't know, 
                 D            A              D 
That we lost our baby, at the first fall of snow.