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Mister Snow
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FROM: Carousel
SUNG BY: (Carrie Pipperage/Snow)
WRITTEN BY: R. Rodgers/O. Hammerstein II
His name is Mister Snow
And an upstanding man is he,
He comes home every night in his round bottomed boat
With a net full of herring from the sea.
An almost perfect beau,
As refined as a girl could wish,
But he spends so much time in his round bottomed boat
That he can't seem to loose the smell of fish.
The first time he kissed me the whiff of his clothes
Knocked me flat on the floor of the room
But now that I love him my heart's in my nose
And fish is my favorite perfume.
Last night he spoke quite low
And a fair spoken man is he,
And he said, 'Miss Pipperage, I'd like it fine
If I could be wed with a wife,
And indeed, Miss Pipperage, if you'll be mine
I'll be yours for the rest of my life.'
Next moment we were promised,
And now my mind's in a maze
For all it can do is look forward to
That wonderful day of days.
When I marry Mister Snow
The flowers'll be buzzin' with the hum of bees,
The birds'll make a racket in the churchyard trees,
When I marry Mister Snow.
Then it's off to home we'll go,
And both of us'll look a little dreamy eyed,
A drivin' to a cottage by the ocean side
Where the salty breezes blow.
He'll carry me 'cross the threshold
And I'll be as meek as a lamb,
Then he'll set me on my feet, and I'll say kinda sweet,
'Well Mister Snow, here I am!'
Then I'll kiss him so he'll know
That everything'll be as right as right can be,
A livin' in a cottage by the sea with me
For I love that Mister Snow,
That old sea fairing, bold and daring,
Big bewhiskered, overbearing darling
Mister Snow.
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