Snow (From White Christmas)

Snow
It won’t be long before we’ll all be there with snow
Snow
I want to wash: my hands, my face and hair with snow
Snow
I long to clear a path and lift a spade of snow
Oh, to see a great big man entirely made of snow
Where it’s snowing all winter through
That’s where I want to be
Snowball throwing that’s what I’ll do
How I’m longing to ski
With snow-oh-oh-oh-oh
Those glist’ning houses that seem to be built of snow
Oh, to see a mountain covered with a quilt of snow
What is Christmas with no snow
No white Christmas with no snow
Snow …
What is Christmas with no snow
No white Christmas with no snow
Snow…
I’ll soon be there with snow
I’ll wash my hair with snow
And with a spade of snow
I’ll build a man entirely made of snow
And when the day has ended then I recommend a little shuteye
Go to sleep
And dream
And dream
Just dream
Just dream of snow