Lasă-o să ningă

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.

Man, it doesn't show signs of stopping, and I've brought me some corn for popping.

The lights are turned way down low, let it snow, let it snow.

When we finally kiss goodnight, how I'll be gone at night.