Footprints in the Snow

words and music © David Philip Ireland, All rights reserved

So silent came the stranger, through the deep and pathless drift.

Wrapped against the wind, cloaked in midnight.

So blessed cold was he, making his way alone -

Leaving footprints in the snow

So silent came the stranger, all along the winter streets.

Flinty cold and chill, thin with moonlight.

So blessed cold was he, winding his way alone -

Leaving footprints in the snow

Jack in the night,

Jack in the white,

Jack in the box,

Waiting out of sight.

Priming the season,

Masterpiece begun,

Footprints in the snow.

Feathering windowpanes filigree ice.

His infinite artworks are jewels without price.

His icicle fingers cast magical spells.

And come the sun, he’s all done…

Where are your footprints now?

Jack in the half-light,

Jack in the green,

Jack of the hoar frost,

Painting unseen.

Riming the season,

Masterpiece done.

Footprints in the sun…

So silent came the stranger, through the deep and pathless drift.

Wrapped against the wind, trackless, invisible,

So blessed cold was he, wending his way back home,

Leaving no trace of footprints in the snow…