Snow (From White Christmas) - Seth MacFarlane

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

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

With snow-oh-oh-oh-oh

Those glist’ning 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 …

What is Christmas with no snow

No white Christmas with no 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 entirely made of snow

And when the day has ended then I recommend a little shuteye

Go to sleep

And dream

And dream

Just dream

Just dream of snow