Snow, snow, snow, snow
It won't be long before we'll all be there with snow
Snow, snow
I want to wash my hands, my face and hair with snow
I long to clear a path and lift a spade of 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
Those glistening houses that seem to be built of 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
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