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I talked with a stranger - so sad and forlornHis garments were sackcloth - all tattered and tornHe told me a story - of sorrow and woeHis heart went to heaven - at the first fall of snowHe spoke of his angel - a dear, baby girlHe loved every footstep - he loved every curlBut she went to heaven - just one year agoThe angels came for her - at the first fall of snowHe still had the dolly - that she used to loveHe held and caressed it - and gazed up aboveHe whispered my baby - You're waiting, I knowI'll bring you, your dolly - at the first fall of snowAnd there as I listened - my eyes filled with tearsI knew she was part of - his happier yearsHis frail body trembled - he spoke soft and lowI'll be with my baby - at the first fall of snowI patted his shoulder - my feelings to hideHe couldn't know - I was crying insideHe smiled as we parted - 'cause he didn't knowThat we lost our baby - at the first fall of snow From Letras Mania