Soon, these footprints will be covered by the snow And my heart grows as quiet as the music of its fall The curtain soon to fall upon the show One memory remains, clearest of them all. I remember cobblestones, wet after the rain. Water puddles like mirrors of moonlight Some port, so long ago, so far away A girl who sang all through the night. All she ever gave me was the shadow of a smile With it, I weaved a better, unliv...