Footprints

Who left the footprints down by the water, ask the old men they will tell you
Who left the footprints down by the water, ask the old men they will tell you

Early in the mornin’ before the sun silvers up the leaves of the pines
they sit in a circle way out in the meadow leave only watermelon rinds
they sit in a circle way out in the meadow leave only watermelon rinds

Who left the footprints down by the water ask the old men they will tell you
Who left the footprints down by the water ask the old men they will tell you

There’s a girl who hikes in the mountains she came face to face one day
with a giant man
they stared at each other and then they both ran away

Who left the footprints down by the water ask the old men they will tell you
Who left the footprints down by the water ask the old men they will tell you

Loggers will tell you of the drummin’, miners will tell you of the screams
natives will tell you bout their forest brothers who
come to them in dream

Who left the footprints down by the water ask the old men they will tell you
Who left the footprints down by the water ask the old men they will tell you

Ranger working in her office, tourist comes through the door
There were tears running down his dusty cheeks , he was terrified……

Rainy night in November up on highway ninety six; silhouetted in the headlight beams then he ran off into the sticks

Who left the footprints down by the water ask the old men they will tell you
Who left the footprints down by the water ask the old men they will tell you
Ranger working in her office, tourist comes through the door
Tears running down his dusty cheeks, he was terrified……..

Down in the Wichepec Canyon in the middle of the night
young Benjamin saw him on a sandbar there in the pale moonlight

Who left the footprints down by the water ask the old men they will tell you
Who left the footprints down by the water ask the old men they will tell you

Early in the mornin’ before the sun silvers up the leaves of the pines
they sit in a circle way out in the meadow land leave only watermelon rinds
they sit in a circle way out in the meadow and leave only watermelon rinds
they sit in a circle way out in the meadow and leave only watermelon rinds.

Written by Sara Hoxie. Song appeared on the albums Prayer for Feather River and For the Time We’re Here.