Lyrics:

I was following the, I was following the, I was following the, 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 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 the summertime.