歌词
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 the summertime