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
Coming 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