I'm waiting for all the lights and the time you're coming back I'm longing for your footstep noise and you beat the snow from your boots Like a bear longing for the spring make himself round in a cradle He's longing for your coming back and you warm your hands by a chimney pipe Oh let it snow, let it snow, the old record player sings Oh let it snow, let it snow Like a baby bird in the nest listening for mother's fluttering wings He's longing for you coming back and to hear the story of your trip Oh.let it snow, let it snow, the old record player sings Oh. let it snow, let it snow I'm waiting for all the lights and the time you're coming back We're longing for your footstep noise and you beat the snow from your boots