It won't be long before we'll all be there with snow
I want to wash my hands, my face and hair with 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...
Those glist'ning houses that seem to be built of snow
Oh, to see a mountain covered with a quilt of snow...
Go to sleep