Snow in His Hair

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 recognized me. There's snow in his hair and I helped 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. Hu hu hu hu hu hu hu hu hu. 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.