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-oh-oh-oh-oh      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