I was following the pack all swallowed in their coats
With scarves of red tied 'round their throats
To keep their little heads
From fallin' in the snow
And I turn '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 fallin' in the snow
And I turn 'round and there you go
And Michael you would fall
And turn the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime