Snow Oh!

Can't get this classic out of my head . . . And, for good reason, too . . .


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

--Clooney, Crosby, Kaye, and Stevens