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Brenda Lee – “A Marshmallow World”

It's a marshmallow world in the winter
When the snow comes to cover the ground
It's the time for play, it's a whipped cream day
I wait for it the whole year around
Now those marshmallow clouds being friendly
In the arms of the ever green trees
And the sun is red like a pumpkin head
It's shining so your nose won't freeze
Oh, the world is your snowball, see how it grows
That's how it grows whenever it snows
The world is your snowball just for our soul
So get up and roll it along
It's a yum yummy world, made for sweet hearts
Take a walk with your favorite guy
It's a sugar date, what a spring is late
In winter it's a marshmallow world
Those marshmallow clouds being friendly
In the arms of the ever-green-trees
And the sun is red like a pumpkin head
It's shining so your nose won't freeze
Oh, the world is your snowball, see how it grows
That's how it grows whenever it snows
The world is your snowball just for our soul
You better get up and roll it along
Oh, it's a yumm yummy world, made for sweet hearts
Take a walk with your favorite guy
It's a sugar date, what a spring is late
In winter it's a marshmallow world
It's a marshmallow world
It's a snow covered world
It's yummy, yummy world
It's a marshmallow world

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