I talked with a stranger, so sad and for longHis garments were suckled, 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 snow"And there as I listened, my eyes filled with tearsI knew she was part of, his happier yearsHis frail body trembled, he spoke soft and low"I'll be with my baby, at the first fall of snow"I patted his shoulder, my feelings to hideI couldn't let him know, I was crying insideHe smiled as we parted, 'cause he didn't knowThat we lost our baby, at the first fall of snow
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Hiram King Williams (Mount Olive, 17 de septiembre de 1923-Oak Hill, 1 de enero de 1953), conocido artísticamente como Hank Williams, fue un cantautor estadounidense. Es considerado un icono de la música country y uno de los más influyentes músicos del siglo…
