Mr. Snow (aka When I Marry Mr. Snow)
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers; Oscar Hammerstein II
Performer(s): Barbara Ruick & Shirley Jones
and various other artists



Carrie:
Julie, I've been bustin' to tell you somethin' lately

Julie:
You have?

Carrie:
The reason I didn't care to tell you before is 
'cause you didn't have a fella of your own 
Hmm hmm... 
But now that you got one, I can tell you about mine!

Julie:
I'm glad you gotta fella, Carrie!

Carrie:
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 from 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 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, "Well, Mister Snow, here I am!"

Then I'll kiss him so he'll know
That evry'thin'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'
Darling, Mister Snow!

Reprise:

Girls:
When you walk down the isle all the heads will turn
What a rustlin' of bonnets there'll be
And you'll try to smile, but your cheeks will burn
And your eyes'll get so dim you can hardly see

With your orange blossoms quiverin' in your hand
And you'll stumble to the spot where the parson is
Then your finger will be ringed with a golden band
And you'll know the feller's yours, and you are his

Carrie:
When I marry Mister Snow
The flowers'll be humming 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 across the threshold
And I'll be as meek as a lamb
Then he'll set me on my feet
And I'll say kind of sweet, "Well Mister Snow, here I am!"

Enoch Snow:
Then I'll kiss her so she'll know
That ev'rything'll be as right as right can be
A livin' in a cottage by the sea with me
Where the salty breezes blow

I love Miss Pipperidge
And I aim to Make Miss Pipperidge
Change her name to
Missus Enoch Snow