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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 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 in the summertime

Ooh ooh ooh ooh o-oh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh o-oh

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 in the summertime

Ooh ooh ooh ooh o-oh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh o-oh

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 in the summertime

White Winter Hymnal (Fleet Foxes Cover)

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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 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 in the summertime

Ooh ooh ooh ooh o-oh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh o-oh

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 in the summertime

Ooh ooh ooh ooh o-oh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh o-oh

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 in the summertime