White Winter Hymnal by Stefanie Heinzmann Lyrics
[Intro]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Instrumental]
[Chorus]
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
[Instrumental]
[Chorus]
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
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
[Chorus]
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
[Instrumental]
[Chorus]
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
[Instrumental]
[Chorus]
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