Mister Snow (Reprise)

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.

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!"

Then I'll kiss her so she'll know
That ev'rything'll be as right as right can be.

Mister Snow!
Mister Snow!

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
"Mrs. Enoch Snow"