The Sun Is Shining, the Grass Is Green
The Orange and Palm Tree Sway
There's Never Been Such a Day
In Beverly Hills, L.a.
But It's December the Twenty-fourth
And I Am Longing to Be Up North
I'm Dreaming of White Christmas
Just Like the Ones I Used to Know
Where the Tree Tops Glisten
And Children Listen to Hear Sleighbells in the Snow
For I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas
With Every Christmas Card I Write
May Your Days Be Merry and Bright
And May All Your Christmases Be White
And May All Your Christmases Be White...
