White Winter Hymnal

I was following the	C
I was following the	C
I was following the	C
I was following the	C

I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats	C
With scarves of red tied 'round their throats	C d
To keep their little heads from falling in the snow	d
And I turned 'round and there you go	d F
And, Michael, you would fall	F
And turn the white snow red as strawberries	F G
In the summertime	C