Testo Snow In His Hair

Snow in his Hair The years have been many, the years have been long; But at last I'm returning to Daddy and home. He's looking my way and I clearly can see, God bless my old Daddy, he knew it was me. There's snow in his hair and I helped to put it there; A halo of worry and care; As my daddy grows old, he's more precious than gold, For I cherish the snow in his hair. [ guitar ] His shoulders were bent with the weight of the years, I scarcely could hold back the flood tide of tears. He walked with a cane, as he stumbled along, Coming to meet me, to welcome me home. There's snow in his hair and I helped to put it there; A halo of worry and care; As my daddy grows old, he's more precious than gold, For I cherish the snow in his hair.