Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mister Snow, artist - Rodgers and Hammerstein
Date of issue: 28.06.2012
Song language: English
Mister Snow |
The reason I didn’t care to tell you before is 'cause |
You didn’t have a fella of your own. |
Hmm hmm… |
But now that you got one, I can tell you about mine! |
I’m glad you gotta fella, Carrie! |
His name is Mister Snow, |
And an upstandin' man is he. |
He comes home ev’ry 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 lose the smell of fish. |
The fust time he kissed me, the whiff from his clo’es |
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 fer the rest of my life.» |