I was following the 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'd turn round and there you'd go And Michael you would fall And turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summer time 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'd turn round and there you'd go And Michael you would fall And turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summer time And I'd turn round and there you'd go And 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'd turn round and there you'd go And Michael you would fall And turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summer time