white winter hymnal

I was following the
I was following the
I was following the
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 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 in the summertime
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 in the summertime
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 in summertime