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...