[Sammy Cahn, Jule Styne]

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'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