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?   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 [Incomprehensible]      Oh white blanket, hiding the traces   Of tears he 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