Текст песни Paul McCartney - Footprints
Paul McCartney - Footprints слова песни
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 memoryOf 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 takeOh white blanket covers the memoryOf moves he didnt makeOh white blanket, hiding the traces of tears she didnt seeSnow white blanket simply covers the memoryOf all that used to be.But his heart keeps aching in the same old wayHe cant help feeling that she might come back someday.