Paul McCartney - Footprints - text písně

It's beautiful outside, an old hand gathers wood
can he see me sitting here, his mind is somewhere else
his friend has flown away, he's left out in the cold
he won't sit by my fire, he says he likes it in the snow
where footprints never go, he likes it in the snow.

It's getting dark outside, the old hand's 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 didn't 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 can't help feeling that she might come back someday
it's beautiful outside, a magpie looks for food
the old hand throws a crumb
do you think he's found a friend
where footprints never go, he likes it in the snow
white blanket, hiding the traces of paths he didn't take
oh white blanket covers the memory
of moves he didn't make
oh white blanket, hiding the traces of tears she didn't 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 can't help feeling that she might come back someday.

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