I was following the,
I was following the,
I was following the,
I was following the,
I was following the pack,
All swallowed in their coats,
With scarves of red tied 'round their throats,
To keep their little heads
From falling in the snow
And I turned 'round and there you go
And Michael, you would fall,
And turn the white snow red as strawberries.
Isn't it the summertimes?
...
I was following the,
I was following the,
I was following the,
I was following the,
I was following the,
I was following the pack,
All swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
To keep their little heads
From fallin' in the snow
And I turned 'round and there you go
And Michael, you would fall,
And turn the white snow red as strawberries.
Isn't it the summertimes?
...
I was following the pack
All swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
To keep their little heads
From fallin' in the snow
And I turned 'round and there you go
And Michael, you would fall,
And turn the white snow red as strawberries.
Isn't it the summertimes?