I talked with a stranger all sad and forlorn
His garments were sad cloth – 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, his 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 that 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 fist fall of snow.”

I just couldn’t tell him how I felt inside
I patted his shoulder – my feelings to hide
And smiled as we parted for he didn’t know
That we’d lost our darling at the first fall of snow

(The origional author of this song is unknown by me.)