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 fallin 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 fallin 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 fallin 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