Snow - Kimberley Locke, Ирвинг Берлин

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

Snow

Those glistening 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

Snow

Those glistening houses that seem to be built of snow

Snow

To see a mountain covered with a quilt of snow

What is Christmas with no snow

No white Christmas with no snow

Snow

Let it snow

Let it snow

Let it snow

Let it snow

Let it snow

Let it snow