I talked with a stranger, so sad and alone.. His Garments were sackled, all tattered and torn. He told me a story, of sorrow and woe. His heart went to heaven, at the first fall of snow.
I talked with a stranger, so sad and alone.. His Garments were sackled, all tattered and torn. He told me a story, of sorrow and woe. His heart went to heaven, at the first fall of snow.