You’re a Queer One, Julie Jordan / Mister Snow

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Jean Darling - Pop, Broadway

You’re a Queer One, Julie Jordan / Mister Snow

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[CARRIE] You're a queer one, Julie Jordan You are quieter and deeper than a well And you never tell me nothin' [JULIE] There's nothin' that I care to choose to tell [CARRIE] You been actin' most peculiar Every morning you're awake ahead of me Always sittin' by the winder [JULIE] I like to watch the river meet the sea [CARRIE, spoken] Julie, I've been bustin' to tell you somethin' lately [JULIE, spoken] You have? [CARRIE, spoken] Reason I didn't care to tell you before was Was 'cause you didn't havе a feller of your own But now that you got one, I can tеll you about mine! [JULIE, spoken] I'm glad you've got a feller, Carrie What's his name? [CARRIE] His name is Mister Snow And an upstandin' man is he He comes home every night in his round-bottomed 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 round-bottomed boat That he can't seem to lose the smell of fish The first time he kissed me a whiff of his clothes Had me flat on the floor of the room But now that I love him, my heart's in my nose And fish is my favorite 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 for the rest of my life" Next moment we were promised And now my mind's in a maze For all I can 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 "Well, Mister Snow, here I am" Then I'll kiss him so he'll know That everything'll be as right as right can 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

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Credits

Writers
  • Richard Rodgers
  • Oscar Hammerstein II
  • Rodgers & Hammerstein