(Music by Jule Styne - Lyrics by Sammy Cahn)
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The snowman in the yard is frozen hard
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He's a sorry sight to see
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If he had a brain, he'd complain
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I'll bet he wishes he were men
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Oh the weather outside is frightful
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But the fire is so delightful
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And since we've no place to go
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Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
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It doesn't show signs of stopping
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And I brough some corn for popping
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The lights are turned way down low
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Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
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When we finally kiss goodnight
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How I hate going out in the storm
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But if you really hold me tight
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All the way home I'll be warm
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The fire is slowly dying
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But my dear, we're still goodbying
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But as long as you love me so
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Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
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Snow -
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Let it snow -
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(snow - snow -)
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When we finally kiss goodnight
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How I hate going out in the storm
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But if you really hold me tight
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All the way home I'll be warm
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Oh the weather outside is frightful
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But - the fire is so delightful
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And since we've no place to go
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Let it snow, let it snow...
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The snowman in the yard is frozen hard
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Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
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Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow
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| The Manhattan Transfer |
