Footprints
(Paul McCartney/Eric Stewart)
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It's Beautiful Outside, An Old Hand Gathers Wood, 
Can He See Me Sitting Here? His Mind Is Somewhere Else. 

His Friend Have 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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