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