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\'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.