White Winter Hymnal 18403

I was following the pack

all swallowed in their coats

with scarves of red tied Â'round their throats

to keep their little heads

from fallinÂ' in the snow

And I turned Â'round and there you go

And, Michael, you would fall

and turn the white snow red as strawberries

in the summertime..

No mais, a seqüência continua a mesma, na música toda (E - A - C#m - B)