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 goodbye-ing,
But as long as you love me so, 
   let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
