Mister Snow

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