Frank Sinatra - Let it snow

Oh, the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so
And since we've no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

It doesn't show signs of
And I brought some corn for
The lights are turned down low
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

When we finally good-night
How I'll hate going out in the storm
But if you really hold me
All the way home I'll be warm

The fire is slowly
And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing
But as as you love me so
Let it snow, let it snow, let it