Today's tune comes directly from a little frog. While we're not likely to see snow in these parts, one can hope.
This has been done by many an artist, so today I'll credit Dean Martin because, well I can always remember my grandparents playing his stuff and they were always great fun round Christmas time.
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 way down low
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
When we finally kiss good-night
How I'll 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
And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing
But as long as you love me so
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
When we finally kiss good-night
How I'll 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
And, my dear, we're still good-bye-ing
But as long as you love me so
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Sometimes we need a reason so just stay where we are... let it snow I guess.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
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