Sammy Cahn, J.Styne (c) 1945
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Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful,
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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.
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When we finally kiss good night, how I'll hate going out in the storm;
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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.