Footprints,
My little minstrel footprints.
Oh I leave them everywhere I go.
So that when I'm gone you won't forget my glow.
Fingerprints, my little sneaky fingerprints.
Oh I'm touching everything you own.
So that when I'm gone this can still be my home.
Let go.
I'll be your warm wind.
And if you let go,
I'll be your tide.
And if I do the same,
I can be your open window.
And as the ground turns white.
I'll come crawling back in.
Oh in the green trees.
I'll leave pieces of me.
So that when Fall comes,
Everytime a leaf falls the reds and oranges crunching will be me saying Hello!
Did you see my boat?
I drew it in the sky,
And sent it your way,
Now all you have to do is get in and come be my castaway.
Let go.
I'll be your warm wind.
And if you let go,
I'll be your tide.
And if I do the same,
I can be your open window.
And as the ground turns white.
I'll come crawling back in.
So for now I'll be the smoke on your lips.
The warmth that your hands will miss.
Your buds when spring looks hopeless.
Oh for now I be your Thursday night.
Your sunburn from summer light.
You can be my airplane flight.
And soon I'll have to slip away.
As April dies and in comes May.
But these stonesteps will keep our words safe.
Goodbye big dipper, gently carry me away.
Let go.
Now I'm blowing in a warm breeze.
Let go.
I'm blowing gently in the tide.
Let go.
I am my own open window.
And as the ground turns white I will play in the snow.
Let go.
Now I'm blowing in a warm breeze.
Let go.
I'm blowing gently in the tide.
Let go.
I am my own open window.
And as the ground turns white I will play in the snow.
As the ground turns white I will play in the snow.
When winter comes,
We can have another go.