Bing Crosby, Danny Kaye, Rosemary Clooney, Vera-Ellen are on their 1954 movie train to experience “snow.” They harmoniously sing about snow as though there’s a harmony to be found in it.
“Snow, it won’t be long before we’ll all be there with snow.” (When I was 6 years it fascinated me, now it’s an annoyance.) “Snow, I want to wash my hands, my face and hair with snow.” (Only someone from LA would wash their hair in our dirty snow.) “Snow, I long to clear a path and lift a spade of snow.” (Spade? Who are they kidding when there’s eight inches of the white stuff and you need to be at work in thirty minutes.) “Snow, oh, to see a great big man entirely made of snow.” (Yeah, and he’ll be partly black in two days and then slowly turn to gray while he freezes on your front lawn until June.)
“Where it’s snowing All winter through That’s where I want to be.” (What lyric rhythms with “freezing and blowing?” Try those on for some wintertime fun.)
“What is Christmas with no snow?” (Enjoyable?) “No white Christmas with no snow.” (Record sales are down for Bing and the gang.)
“Snow, snow, snow, snow, snow!” (No wonder I vacation in Florida as often as I can!)