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.