Some lovers like the summer time when they can stroll about Spooning in the meadows may be grand without a doubt But give me the winter time, for the girl I have made mine Was captured while the snow was on the ground 
Chorus I traced her little footprints in the snow I found her little footprints in the snow, Lord I bless that happy day that Nellie lost her way I found her when the snow was on the ground 
I called to see the girl I love one winter’s afternoon That she had gone out walking, they informed me very soon They said she had strolled away, but where they could not say So I started off to find her in the snow 
I saw her little footprint just outside the cottage door I traced it down a country lane, I traced it to the moor I found she’d lost her way, there she stood in blank dismay Not knowing where to steer for in the snow 
I called her, she saw me, and as we were walking home She promised me that never more without me would she roam I’m happy now for life, for her I’ve made my wife Whose footmarks I traced plainly in the snow 
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