Snow
It won't be long before we'll all be there with snow
I want to wash: my hands, my face and hair with 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

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