笨小笨Mister Snow歌词由Mikaela Bennett&Sierra Boggess&Sinfonia of London&John Wilson&Richard Rodgers&Oscar Hammerstein II演唱，出自专辑《Rodgers & Hammerstein’s Carousel》，下面是《Mister Snow》完整版歌词！
Mister Snow歌词完整版
"Carrie (spoken)
Julie, Julie, do you like him?
Julie (sits on bench) (spoken)
I dunno.
Carrie (spoken)
Did you like it when he talked to you today?
When he put you on the carousel, that way?
Did you like that?
Julie (spoken)
’Druther not say.
Carrie (sung)
You’re a queer one, Julie Jordan!
You are quieter and deeper than a well,
And you never tell me nothin’ –
Julie (sung)
There’s nothin’ that I keer t’choose t’tell!
Carrie
You been actin’ most peculiar;
Ev’ry mornin’ you’re awake ahead of me,
Alw’ys settin’ by the winder –
Julie
I like to watch the river meet the sea.
Carrie
When we work in the mill, weavin’ at the loom,
Y’gaze absent-minded at the roof,
And half the time yer shuttle gets twisted in
the threads
Till y’can’t tell the warp from the woof!
Julie
’Tain’t so!
Carrie
You’re a queer one, Julie Jordan!
You won’t ever tell a body what you think.
You’re as tight-lipped as an oyster,
And as silent as an old Sahaira Spink!
Julie (spoken)
Spinx.
Carrie (spoken)
Huh?
Julie (spoken)
Spinx.
Carrie (spoken)
Uh-uh. Spink.
Julie (spoken)
Y’spell it with an ‘x’.
Carrie (spoken)
That’s only when there’s more than one.
Julie (spoken)
Oh.
Carrie (spoken)
Julie, I been bustin’ t’tell you somethin’ lately.
Julie (spoken)
Y’hev?
Carrie (spoken)
Reason I didn’t –
keer t’tell you before was ’cause you didn’t
hev a feller of yer own.
Now y’got one, I ken tell y’about mine.
Julie (spoken)
I’m glad you got a feller, Carrie.
What’s his name?
Carrie (sung)
His name is Mister Snow,
And an upstandin’ man is he.
He comes home ev’ry night in his roundbottomed boat
With a net full of herring from the sea.
An almost perfect beau,
As refined as a girl could wish,
But he spends so much time in his roundbottomed boat,
That he can’t seem to lose the smell of fish.
The fust time he kissed me, the whiff of his clo’es
Knocked me flat on the floor of the room;
But now that I love him, my heart’s in my nose,
And fish is my fav’rite perfume.
Last night he spoke quite low,
And a fair-spoken man is he,
And he said, ‘Miss Pipperidge, I’d like it fine
If I could be wed with a wife.
And, indeed, Miss Pipperidge, if you’ll be mine,
I’ll be yours fer the rest of my life!’
Next moment we were promised
And now my mind’s in a maze,
Fer all it ken do is look forward to
That wonderful day of days...
When I marry Mister Snow,
The flowers’ll be buzzin’ 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 ’cross the threshold,
And I’ll be as meek as a lamb.
Then he’ll set me on my feet,
And I’ll say, kinda sweet:
(spoken)
‘Well, Mister Snow, here I am!’
(sung)
Then I’ll kiss him so he’ll know
That ev’rythin’ll be as right as right ken be,
A-livin’ in a cottage by the sea with me,
For I love that Mister Snow –
That young, seafarin’, bold and darin’,
Big, bewhiskered, overbearin’ Darlin’
Mister Snow!"
