When you walk down the aisle all the heads will turn
What a rustling of bonnets they'll be
And you'll try to smile but your cheeks will burn
And your eyes will get so dim you can hardly see
With your orange glasses quivering in your hand
You will stumble to the spot where the parson is
Then you'll think you will be with, with a golden friend
And you'll know the fellow's yours
And you are his
When I'm married, Mr. Snow
What a day!
What a day!
The flowers will be buzzing with the hum of bees
The birds will make a racket in the treasure trees
When I'm married, Mr. Snow
I'm home!
Then it's off to home we'll go
Still it runs on the way
And both of us'll look a little dreamy
Behind
I drive into a cottage by the ocean side
Where the salty breezes blow
You and Mr. Snow
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 sing kind of sweet
Well, Mr. Snow, here I am!
And I'll kiss her so she knows
Mr. Snow!
Mr. Snow!
That everything will be as right as right can be
Living in a cottage by the sea with me
Where the salty breezes blow
I love Miss Peep Ridge
And I aim to make Miss Peep Ridge change her name
To Mrs. Enoch Snow