Sammy Cahn, J.Styne (c) 1945
Oh, the weather outside is frightful, But the
fire is so delightful,
And since we've no place to go,
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
It doesn't show signs of stopping, And I brought
some corn for popping;
The lights are turned way down low, Let it snow, let it snow,
let it snow.
When we finally kiss good night,
How I'll hate going out in the storm; But if you really hold
me tight,
All the way home I'll be warm.
The fire is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing, But as long as you love
me so.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
