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Could've come like a mighty storm With all the strength of a hurricane You could've come like a forest fire With the power of Heaven in Your flame But
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
Someone pass me that guitar I wanna know if you can spare few minutes of your time You know all this chop and chipin' chugglin' all around down the world
?t cry Do the only thing I do is Singing my lonely song My lonely song, it is my only song Singing my lonely song My lonely song, it is the only song
With toys and horns and bouncing things And even the most silent must sing a song of love Yes, even the silent they must sing a song of love oh,
(Chely Wright) 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
Oh I wish I had someone to love me Yes someone to call me their own Oh I wish I had someone to sleep with Cause I'm tired of sleeping all alone Please
Recorded by Hank Snow Now friends if you will listen to me for just one minute please I'll sing for you a little song from letters A to Z And if per-
I'm Mister White Christmas I'm Mister Snow I'm Mister Icicle I'm Mister Ten Below Friends call me Snow Miser What ever I touch Turns to snow in my clutch
(Gene Autry) Santa works all day in his workshop Making lots of games and toys Then one day, he hops in his sleigh To bring them to the girls and boys
(Sammy Cahn, Jule Styne, 1945) Oh, the weather outside is frightful, But the fire is so delightful, And since we've no place to go, Let it snow, let
See amid the winter's snow, Born for us on earth below, See the tender Lamb appears, Promised from eternal years. [Chorus:] Hail, thou ever-blessed morn
Please send some snow Some snow for Johnny He wants to build A big snowman It was a week just before Christmas Way down in Lousianne A little boy was
Saint Joseph, too, was by to tend the child; To guard him, and protect his mother mild; The angels hovered round, and sang this song, Venite adoremus
what cars there are go by like snails and ice crystals shine on the staircase's handrails the quiet air is worth some discussion as the windows crack
when I ask you to look at me you look away. I ask you to tell me something nice once. you come at me with all your hot lights on display. I know you
