I was following me, I was following me I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats With scars of red tied round their throats To keep their little heads from falling in the snow And I turn round and there you go And like oh you would fall Into the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime And I turn round and there you go And like oh you would fall Into the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime I was following the pack all swallowed in their coats With scars of red dyed round their throats To keep their little heads from falling in the snow And I turn round and there you go And like oh you would fall Into the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime I was following the pack all swallowed in their coats With scars of red dyed round their throats To keep their little heads from falling in the snow And I turn round and there you go And like oh you would fall Into the white snow red as strawberries in the summertime