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 

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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 hurried along coming to meet me to welcome me home 

There's snow in his hair...