Текст песни Paul McCartney - Footprints

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.