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 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 Through the 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 love to stay up with you but I recommend a little shuteye Go to sleep And dream Of snow, snow, snow, snow, snow
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