Mister Snow

Lyrics: Oscar Hammerstein II Music: Richard Rodgers Julie, Julie! Do you like him?

I don't know.

Did you like it when he talked to you that way, When he put you on the carousel today, mm mm mm Did you like that?

I'd rather not say.

You're a queer one, Julie Jordan, You were quieter and deeper than a well An' ye never tell me nuthin'!

There's nuthin' that a keer to choose to tell.

You been acting most peculiar, Every morning you're awake ahead of me, Always settin' by the winder.

I like to watch the river meet the sea.

When we work in the mill, weavin' at the loom You gaze absent-minded at the roof And half the time your shuttle gets twisted in the threads, 'Till you can't tell the warp from the woof.

'Taint so.

You're a queer one, Julie Jordan, You won't ever tell a body what you think. You're as tight-lipped as an oyster, And as silent as an old Sahara spink! Julie, I've been busted to tell you something lately... Carrie!What's his name?

His name is Mister Snow, And an upstandin’ man is he. He comes home ev’ry 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 lose the smell of fish. The fust time he kissed me, the whiff of his clo’es 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 fav’rite 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 fer the rest of my life.” Next moment we were promised And now my mind’s in a maze, Fer all I ken 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 a racket in the churchyard 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-drivin’ 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: [spoken] “Well, Mister Snow, here I am!” [sung] Then I’ll kiss him so he’ll know That ev’rythin’ll be as right as right ken be A-livin’ in a cottage by the sea with me, For I love that Mister Snow— That young, seafarin’, bold and darin’, Big, bewhiskered, overbearin’, Darlin’ Mister Snow!