Footprints

(Lyrics by Harold A. Pickett; music by Scott Ryan)

There's a long, long path a-winding
All along the way I've come,
Though I'll never be returning
Back to where I started from;
But others who may follow
Will perhaps discover where
I've gone along before them
And left my footprints there.

I remember, in the springtime,
My stride was firm and strong;
My footsteps never faltered
As I hurried right along.
There were places where I tarried
And where I seemed to stray,
But then I straightened out again
And carried on my way.

My earnest hope is others may
See where I've travelled through
And left some marks to follow,
And a few impressions too;
Through the burning sands of summer
And across the winter snow,
I'd like to leave behind me
Some footprints when I go.

The trail is growing narrow;
Where it ends they'll put a stone.
But I hope to be remembered
Not because of that alone.
Descending down the mountainside
Into the vale below,
I'd like to leave behind me
Some footprints when I go.

I'd like to leave behind me
Some footprints when I go.