



    
                  Let It Snow
             Cahn & Styne, 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 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.



