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 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 falling 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 falling 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 summertime