[00:00.00] 作词 : Robin Noel Pecknold
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Robin Noel Pecknold
[00:17.09]I was following the
[00:18.90]I was following the
[00:20.59]I was following the
[00:22.45]I was following the
[00:24.27]I was following the pack all swallowed in their coats
[00:28.52]With scarves of red tied round their throats
[00:32.52]To keep their little heads from falling in the snow
[00:36.09]and I turned round and there you go
[00:39.84]And Michael you would fall
[00:41.78]and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime
[00:47.40]
[00:50.34]I was following the pack all swallowed in their coats
[00:54.46]With scarves of red tied round their throats
[00:58.33]To keep their little heads from falling in the snow
[01:01.95]and I turned round and there you go
[01:05.64]And Michael you would fall
[01:07.51]and turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime
[01:13.27]
[01:16.08]I was following the pack all swallowed in their coats
[01:20.27]With scarves of red tied round their throats
[01:24.21]To keep their little heads from falling in the snow
[01:27.86]and I turned round and there you go
[01:31.48]And Michael you would fall
[01:33.42]and turn the white snow red as strawberries in summertime

作词 : Robin Noel Pecknold
作曲 : Robin Noel Pecknold
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 summertime