Shut the door, shut the door Because I'm staying here The world might disappear Under blankets of snow Shut the door Because I'm staying here The world might disappear Under blankets of snow Anne, there's a wonderful word That you will liken it to But it's caught in the back Of your mind though Okay, and some will say "To you will go the world" Shut the door Because I disagree And Memon sighs relief Some circles you can't leave