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
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