Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow -
It won't be long before we'll all be there with snow;
Snow, snow, I wanna wash my hands, my face and hair with snow.
Snow...I long to clear a path, and lift a spade of snow;
Snow, oh, to see a great big man entirely made of snow.
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 through the
Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow,
Those glist'ning houses that seem to be built of snow;
Snow, oh, to see a mountain covered with a quilt of snow.
What is Christmas with no snow?
No white Christmas with no 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 that's made of snow;
I'd like to stay up with you, but I recommend a little shut-eye -
Go to sleep, and dream of snow, snow, snow, snow.