{t:Footprints in the Snow}{st:Harry Wright ~1880}[D]Some folks like the summertime, when they can walk a-[G]bout[A]Strolling through the meadow green, it’s fun there no [D]doubtBut give me the wintertime, when snow falls all a[G]-roundFor I [A]found her when the snow was on the [D]ground{c:Chorus:}{soc}Well I [D]traced her little footprints in the [A]snowI traced her little footprints in the [D]snowI can’t forget the day, my darlin’ lost her [G]wayAnd I [A]found her when the snow was on the [D]ground{eoc}Well [D]I dropped in to see her, there was a big round [G]moonHer [A]mother said she just stepped out but would be returning [D]soonI found her little footprints and I traced them through the [G]snowI [A]found her when the snow was on the [D]ground{c:Chorus:}{soc}Well I [D]traced her little footprints in the [A]snowI traced her little footprints through the [D]snowI can’t forget the day, my darlin’ lost her [G]wayAnd I [A]found her when the snow was on the [D]ground{eoc}[D]Now she's up in heaven, she’s with an angel [G]bandI [A]know I'm going to meet her, in that promised [D]landBut every time the snow falls, it brings back memo-[G]riesFor I [A]found her when the snow was on the [D]ground{c:Chorus:}{soc}Well I [D]traced her little footprints through the [A]snowI traced her little footprints through the [D]snowI can’t forget the day, my darlin’ lost her [G]wayAnd I [A]found her when the snow was on the [D]ground{eoc}{t:Footprints in the Snow}
