The Sun Is Shining

The Grass Is Green

The Oranges, The Palm Trees Sway

There's Never Been Such A Day

In Beverly Hills, LA



But It's December, The Twenty-fourth

And I'm 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



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