Roses in the Snow

(Traditional - Arr. Brian Ahern) I am a poor wayfaring stranger While traveling through this world of woe Yet there's no sickness, toil or danger in that bright world to which I go. I'm going there to see my father I'm going there no more to roam I'm

The sun is slowly sinkin' The day's almost gone Still darkness falls around us And we must journey on The darkest hour is just before dawn The narrow way leads home Lay down your soul at Jesus' feet The darkest hour is just before dawn Like a shepher

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles Such are promises all lies and jest Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest. Well, I left my home and my family I wa

(A.P. Carter) Oh, I'll pawn you my gold watch and chain love And I'll pawn you my gold wedding ring I will pawn you this heart in my bosom Only say that you'll love me again. Darling, how could I stay here without you I have nothing to ease my poor h