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
Where footprints never go
He likes it in the snow

It's getting dark outside
The old man's going home
Has he someone waiting there?
Is he living on his own?
Where footprints never go
He likes it in the snow

In 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 some day

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

Oh, white blanket
Hiding the traces of paths he didn't take
Oh, oh, white blanket
Covers the memory of moves he didn't make

Go now

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 some day