Song | Snow in His Hair |
Artist | Johnny Cash |
Album | The Fabulous Johnny Cash (Hymns by Johnny Cash & Songs of Our Soil) |
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作词 : Pack | |
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 though he hardly can see | |
God bless my old daddy he recognize 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 | |
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 hurried along | |
Comin' 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 |
zuo ci : Pack | |
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 though he hardly can see | |
God bless my old daddy he recognize 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 | |
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 hurried along | |
Comin' 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 |
zuò cí : Pack | |
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 though he hardly can see | |
God bless my old daddy he recognize 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 | |
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 hurried along | |
Comin' 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 |