Mister Snow - Bernadette Peters

His name is Mister Snow

And an up-standed 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 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 loose 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 favorite 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 racket in the church yard 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 evry'thin'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