Ja, de song is al eens eerder voorbij gekomen, maar een lied over sneeuw en vorst is precies wat je als linkse activist nodig hebt nu zelfs de vliegen dood van het dak vallen. Waar het precies over gaat? Misschien over het meedogenloze verstrijken van de tijd en het onvermogen gebeurtenissen uit het verleden ongedaan te maken, wie zal het zeggen. Het belangrijkste is dat er sneeuw in voorkomt.
[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 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
[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 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
[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 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
Uitgelichte afbeelding: Door Danishdrummer – Eigen werk, Publiek domein, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5386240
