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'll really hold me tight,
All the way home I'll be warm.
The fire is slowly dying,
And, my dear, we're still good-byeing;
But as long as you love me so,
Let it snow! Let is snow! Let it snow!