Footprints — текст песни (Paul McCartney)

Its beautiful outside, an old hand gathers wood,

Can he see me sitting here? his mind is somewhere else.



His friend have flown away, hes left out in the cold.

He wont sit by my fire, he says he likes it in the snow.

Where footprints never go, he likes it in the snow.



Its getting dark outside, the old hands going home,

Has he someone waiting there? or is he living on his own?

Where footprints never go, he likes it in the snow...



White blanket, hiding the traces of tears she didnt see,

Oh white blanket covers the memory

Of all that used to be. all that used to be.

But his heart keeps aching in the same old way,

He cant help feeling that she might come back someday.



Its beautiful outside, a magpie looks for food.

The old hand throws a crumb,

Do you think hes found a friend?

Where footprints never go, he likes it in the snow...



White blanket, hiding the traces of paths he didnt take

Oh white blanket covers the memory

Of moves he didnt make

Oh white blanket, hiding the traces of tears she didnt see



Snow white blanket simply covers the memory

Of all that used to be.

But his heart keeps aching in the same old way

He cant help feeling that she might come back someday.