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I Will Follow Him – Peggy March

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About the Song

Remember the thrill of young love? The excitement of a new crush, the flutter in your heart at the mere thought of them? Peggy March’s iconic hit, “I Will Follow Him”, perfectly captures that whirlwind of emotions.

Released in 1963, this song was more than just a catchy tune; it was a cultural phenomenon. At just 15 years old, Peggy March became a sensation with her youthful voice and infectious energy. Her rendition of this French import transformed it into an American pop classic.

What makes “I Will Follow Him” so enduring is its universal appeal. It’s a song about devotion, about following your heart, and about the exhilarating rush of young romance. Peggy’s voice, with its girlish charm and surprising power, perfectly conveys the passion and vulnerability of a teenage girl.

The song’s melody is simple yet undeniably catchy. It’s the kind of tune that gets stuck in your head and makes you want to tap your feet. And the lyrics, while straightforward, are filled with heartfelt emotion. Lines like “I will follow him, wherever he may go” are both innocent and profound.

Beyond its musical merits, “I Will Follow Him” also serves as a nostalgic time capsule. It transports listeners back to the early 1960s, an era of poodle skirts, sock hops, and dreams of the future. The song’s enduring popularity is a testament to its ability to evoke feelings of happiness and optimism.

Whether you were a teenager in the 1960s or simply appreciate a good pop song, “I Will Follow Him” is a timeless classic that continues to resonate with audiences of all ages.

Peggy March's 'Follow' Still The Leader – Billboard

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Lyrics: I Will Follow Him 

[Intro]
I love him, I love him, I love him
And where He goes I’ll follow, I’ll follow, I’ll follow

[Verse 1]
I will follow him
Follow him, wherever he may go
There isn’t an ocean too deep
A mountain so high it can keep me away

[Verse 2]
I must follow him
Ever since he touched my hand I knew
That near him I always must be
And nothing can keep him from me
He is my destiny

[Chorus]
I love him, I love him, I love him
And where he goes I’ll follow, I’ll follow, I’ll follow
He’ll always be my true love, my true love, my true love
From now until forever, forever, forever

[Verse 1]
I will follow him
Follow him, wherever he may go
There isn’t an ocean too deep
A mountain so high it can keep, keep me away
Away from my love

[Chorus]
I love him, I love him, I love him
And where he goes I’ll follow, I’ll follow, I’ll follow
He’ll always be my true love, my true love, my true love
From now until forever, forever, forever

[Verse 1]
I will follow him
Follow him, wherever he may go
There isn’t an ocean too deep
A mountain so high it can keep, keep me away
Away from my love

[Outro]
And where he goes I’ll follow, I’ll follow, I’ll follow
I know I’ll always love him

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