Claudine Longet - Snow

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
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