Footprints in the snow

Do you hear our mother cry? 
She knows she can't kiss her baby goodnight
She thinks about her last goodbye, and what she failed to say
Well your boots are still by the stove
And your footprints are still in the snow
And it makes it much harder to believe

Do you hear our childhood calls
Echo in this cottage's walls? 
The sound of laughter rise and fall in the summertime
Those memories refuse to go
And your footprints are still in the snow
And it makes it much harder to believe

Do you hear the birds outside
Usher in the morning light
Usher out another life into the universe? 
I listen to their singing grow
And your footprints are still in the snow
And it makes it much harder to believe