White Christmas
Irving Berlin
WHITE CHRISTMAS
Writer Irving Berlin
The sun is shining The grass is green The orange and
palm trees sway. I've never seen such a day In Beverly
Hills LA. But it's December the 24th 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.
