Recorded by Hank Williams, Sr.
Writer: Lorene Rose
I talked with a stranger so sad and aloneHis 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 ev'ry footstep, he loved ev'ry 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