the sun is shining, the grass is green
the orange and palm trees 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 a white christmas
just like the ones i used to know
where the treetops glisten and children listen
to hear sleigh bells in the snow
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" |