paroles de chanson Mister Snow - Richard Rodgers , Oscar Hammerstein II
His
name
is
Mister
Snow
And
an
upstandin'
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
boy
As
refined
as
a
girl
could
wish
But
he
spends
so
much
time
in
his
round-bottomed
boat
That
he
can't
seem
to
lose
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
fav'rite
perfume!
Last
night,
he
spoke
quite
low
And
a
fair-spoken
man
is
he
And
he
said,
"Miss
Pipperidge,
I'd
like
it
fine
If
I
could
be
wed
with
a
wife
And
indeed,
Miss
Pipperidge,
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
driving
to
a
cottage
by
the
oceanside
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
living
in
a
cottage
by
the
sea
with
me
For
I
love
that
Mister
Snow
That
young
sea-faring
Bold
and
daring
Big
bewhiskered,
overbearing
Darling
Mister
Snow
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