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 Mister Snow! Mister Snow! 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 "Mrs. Enoch Snow"