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 say good night,How I 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.