Mister Snow lyrics - Sarah Brightman & Barbara Cook

Julie, Julie, do you like him?

I don't know

Did you like it when he talked to you that way?

When he pulled you on the carousel today

Did you like that?

I'd rather not say

You're a queer one, Julie Jordan

You are quieter and deeper than a well

And you never tell me nothin'

There's nothing that I care to choose to tell

You've been acting most peculiar

Every morning you're awake ahead of me

Always sittin' by the window

I like to watch the river meet the sea

When we work in the mill, weavin' at the loom

You gaze absentminded at the roof

And half the time your shuttle gets twisted in the threads

Till you can't tell the warp from the woof

T'aint so

You're a queer one, Julie Jordan

You won't ever tell a body what you think

You're as tight lipped as a oyster

And as silent as a old Sahara spink

Sphinx

Huh?

Sphinx

Uh-uh

Spink-uh, you spell it with an x

That's only when there's more than one

Oh

Julie, I have been bustin' to tell you something lately

You have?

Well I, the reason I didn't care to tell you before 'cause you didn't have a fella of your own

No you got one, I can tell you about mine!

Carrie, what's his name?

His name is Mister Snow

And an up-standing man is he

He comes home every 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 first time he kissed me the whiff from his clothes

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 favorite 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 for the rest of my life"

Next moment we were promised

And now my mind's in a maze

For all it can 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 racket in the church yard 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 driving 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

"Well, Mister Snow, here I am"

Then I'll kiss him so he'll know

That evry'thin'll be as right as right can be

A living in a cottage by the sea with me

For I love that Mister Snow

That young sea-faring

Bold and daring

Big bewhiskered, overbearing

Darling Mister Snow