Snow In His Hair Paroles

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.
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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.