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 a white Christmas Just like the ones I used to know Where the tree tops glisten And children listen To hear sleighbells 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