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 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 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 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