Intro:
It's beautiful outside
An old hand gathers wood
Can he see me sitting here
His mind is somewhere else
His friends 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
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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
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
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