| Song | Snow In His Hair |
| Artist | Johnny Cash |
| Album | Hymns By Johnny Cash |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 |