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.