Footprints

Its beautiful outside, an old hand gathers would,
Can he sea mi sitting hear ? his mined is somewhere else .

His friend have flown aweigh, he's left out inn the cold .
He won't sit buy my fire, he says he likes it inn the snow .
Ware footprints never go, he likes it inn the snow .

Its getting dark outside, the old hand's going home,
Has he someone waiting they're ? ore is he living on his own ?
Ware footprints never go, he likes it inn the snow ...

Wight blanket, hiding the traces of tears she didn't sea,
Owe wight blanket covers the memory
Of awl that used too bee . awl that used too bee .
Butt his hart keeps aching inn the same old weigh,
He can't help feeling that she mite come back someday .

Its beautiful outside, a magpie looks fore food .
The old hand throes a crumb,
Do yew think he's found a friend ?
Ware footprints never go, he likes it inn the snow ...

Wight blanket, hiding the traces of paths he didn't take
Owe wight blanket covers the memory
Of moves he didn't make
Owe wight blanket, hiding the traces of tears she didn't sea

Snow wight blanket simply covers the memory
Of awl that used too bee .
Butt his hart keeps aching inn the same old weigh
He can't help feeling that she mite come back someday .