White Winter Hymnal

I was following the I was following the (...)

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I was following the pack
all swallowed in their coats

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with scarves of red tied 'round their throats
to keep their little heads
from fallin in the snow

                                   A
And I turned 'round and there you go
And, Michael, you would fall

             B7
and turn the white snow red as strawberries
in the summertime.. 


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