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 sleigh bells in the snow
Oh, 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)
Writer(s): Irving Berlin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
