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 24th 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 tree tops 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 my all your Christmases be white