| Song | First Snowfall |
| Artist | Over the Rhine |
| Album | Blood Oranges in the Snow |
| The Christmas decorations | |
| Look ragged and rusty | |
| A little sooty with coal dust | |
| Santa’s missing an eye | |
| The neon sign flickers | |
| On the cinder block tavern | |
| By the Salvation Army | |
| And the plumbers supply | |
| The old downtown mission | |
| Has John 3:16 painted | |
| In all capital letters | |
| Above cans full of trash | |
| But the paint is all peeling | |
| Broken glass on the sidewalk | |
| Glitters like chandeliers | |
| Somebody smashed | |
| And my soul feels as empty | |
| As a brown paper bag | |
| The drained bottle inside it | |
| Bought with bummed change | |
| 40 ounces of liquor | |
| For 30 pieces of silver | |
| And your temporary suicide | |
| Has all been arranged | |
| It’s like an angel starts singing | |
| An old gospel song | |
| In that part of town where | |
| No angel belongs | |
| But what is this music | |
| That falls on my ear | |
| It’s the very first snowfall | |
| Of a very long year | |
| I’m so far from home | |
| And all that’s familiar | |
| Every prodigal knows | |
| How this story goes | |
| Was I just runnin’ from what’s | |
| Too dark to mention | |
| Or were angels escorting me | |
| God only knows | |
| So help me Maria | |
| We heard the same call | |
| Our hearts felt as free | |
| As a dove newly flown | |
| When a big city beckons | |
| Ah you just can’t imagine | |
| You’re left with no choice | |
| Yeah, you just have to go | |
| It’s like an angel starts singing | |
| An old gospel song | |
| In that part of town where | |
| No angel belongs | |
| But what is this music | |
| That falls on deaf ears | |
| It’s the very first snowfall | |
| Of a very long year | |
| There’s two stray dogs runnin’ | |
| In Newport, Kentucky | |
| They’ve got a secret | |
| No one else knows | |
| This old dirty city | |
| Is cleansed of its sin | |
| We’re all light-hearted lovers | |
| We’re all beautiful beggars | |
| We’re all innocent children | |
| As soon as it snows | |
| It’s like an angel starts singing | |
| An old gospel song | |
| In that part of town where | |
| No angel belongs | |
| But what is this music | |
| Are these God’s silent tears? | |
| It’s the very first snowfall | |
| Of a very long year |
| The Christmas decorations | |
| Look ragged and rusty | |
| A little sooty with coal dust | |
| Santa' s missing an eye | |
| The neon sign flickers | |
| On the cinder block tavern | |
| By the Salvation Army | |
| And the plumbers supply | |
| The old downtown mission | |
| Has John 3: 16 painted | |
| In all capital letters | |
| Above cans full of trash | |
| But the paint is all peeling | |
| Broken glass on the sidewalk | |
| Glitters like chandeliers | |
| Somebody smashed | |
| And my soul feels as empty | |
| As a brown paper bag | |
| The drained bottle inside it | |
| Bought with bummed change | |
| 40 ounces of liquor | |
| For 30 pieces of silver | |
| And your temporary suicide | |
| Has all been arranged | |
| It' s like an angel starts singing | |
| An old gospel song | |
| In that part of town where | |
| No angel belongs | |
| But what is this music | |
| That falls on my ear | |
| It' s the very first snowfall | |
| Of a very long year | |
| I' m so far from home | |
| And all that' s familiar | |
| Every prodigal knows | |
| How this story goes | |
| Was I just runnin' from what' s | |
| Too dark to mention | |
| Or were angels escorting me | |
| God only knows | |
| So help me Maria | |
| We heard the same call | |
| Our hearts felt as free | |
| As a dove newly flown | |
| When a big city beckons | |
| Ah you just can' t imagine | |
| You' re left with no choice | |
| Yeah, you just have to go | |
| It' s like an angel starts singing | |
| An old gospel song | |
| In that part of town where | |
| No angel belongs | |
| But what is this music | |
| That falls on deaf ears | |
| It' s the very first snowfall | |
| Of a very long year | |
| There' s two stray dogs runnin' | |
| In Newport, Kentucky | |
| They' ve got a secret | |
| No one else knows | |
| This old dirty city | |
| Is cleansed of its sin | |
| We' re all lighthearted lovers | |
| We' re all beautiful beggars | |
| We' re all innocent children | |
| As soon as it snows | |
| It' s like an angel starts singing | |
| An old gospel song | |
| In that part of town where | |
| No angel belongs | |
| But what is this music | |
| Are these God' s silent tears? | |
| It' s the very first snowfall | |
| Of a very long year |