Footprints In the Snow

They followed his footprints into the snow Not listening to what he said He told them plainly, they couldn't go But they followed their hearts instead The mountains were windy and cold that year Back in eighteen-sixty-three When two brothers would one day disappear In the hills of Tennessee The food they had was almost gone When their Father left that day He'd hunt that morning at the break of dawn But he told his sons to stay They begged and pleaded, they wanted to go Just eight and ten years old They cried when their Father told them no For it was much too cold They waited 'til their Mother had gone to bed And snuck out the cabin door They would follow his tracks where ever they led She wouldn't see them anymore They found their bodies beside a log Next to a frozen creek The boys got lost in the mountain fog Gone, almost a week They followed his footprints into the snow Not listening to what he said He told them plainly, they couldn't go But they followed their hearts instead