I was following the pack
all swallowed in their coats
with scarves of red tied ’round their throats
to keep their little heads
from fallin’ 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..
Esta canción me transmite paz. Calma. Necesito parar. He sido engullida por la gran ciudad. De nuevo.