White Winter Hymnal

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