forlorn His garments were sackcloth, all tattered and torn He told me a story, of sorrow and woe His heart went to heaven, at the first fall of snow
and forlorn His garments were sack cloth all tattered and town He told me a story of sorrow and woe His heart went to heaven at the first fall of snow
THE FIRST FALL OF SNOW - Hank Williams Recorded by Hank Williams, Sr. Writer: Lorene Rose 3/4 time:|1 |1 |1 |1 |4 |4 |4 |5 |5 |5 |
His garments were sackcloth - all tattered and torn He told me a story - of sorrow and woe His heart went to heaven - at the first fall of snow He spoke
Vertaling: Snow, Hank. By die eerste Val van die sneeu.
from the hot sun, and put a blanket on me, not when I am working, but when I am standing in the cold. Never put a frosty bit in my mouth, first warm it
primadonna my heart wanted only to give I won't forget you your though duty forbids me to stay I'll be at your call when the first petals fall For my
but there's some that would trade it for no land owner and I'm one You come to get rich that's a good reason you feel like an exile at first You hate
