1945 – Jule Styne / Sammy Cahn
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 down low
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
When we finally kiss goodnight
How I’ll hate to go 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 goodbying
But as long as you love me so
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow