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 is 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 good-bying;
but as long as you love me so,
let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.