Из альбома: The Christmas Album
Music by Jule Styne - Lyrics by Sammy Cahn
The snowman in the yard is frozen hard
He's a sorry sight to see
If he had a brain, he'd complain
I'll bet he wishes he were men
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 brough some corn for popping
The lights are turned way down low
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
When we finally kiss goodnight
How I 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
But my dear, we're still goodbying
But as long as you love me so
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Snow -
Let it snow --
(snow -- snow --)
When we finally kiss goodnight
How I hate going out in the storm
But if you really hold me tight
All the way home I'll be warm
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...
The snowman in the yard is frozen hard
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow