LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW

{t: LET IT SNOW, LET IT SNOW}
{st: Sammy Cahn & Jule Styne, 1945}

#{sot}
#Strum -     |:   d - D u d - D u  :|:
#{eot}


Oh, the [C]weather out[G7]side is fri[C]ghtful,
But the fire is [Cdim]so delight[G7]ful,
[Dm]And since we've no [A7]place to [Dm]go,
Let it [G7]snow, let it snow, let it [C]snow.   [G7]


It [C]doesn't show [G7]signs of [C]stopping,
And I brought some [Cdim]corn for [G7]popping.
The [Dm]lights are [A7]turned [Dm]way down low,
Let it [G7]snow, let it snow, let it [C]snow.


{c:Bridge:}
When we [G]finally kiss good night,
How I [Am]hate going [D7]out in the [G]storm.
But if [G]you really hold me tight,
[A7]All the way [D7]home, I’ll be [G]warm. [Bbdim]   [G]


The [C]fire is [G7]slowly [C]dying,
and my dear, we’re [Cdim]still good-[G7]bye-ing,
But as [Dm]long as you [A7]love me [Dm]so.
Let it [G7]snow, let it snow, let it [C]snow



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