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.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, With every Christmas card I write, "May your days be merry and bright, And may all your Home, home on the range, Where the deer and the antelope play Where seldom is heard a discouraging word, And the skies are not cloudy all day be white".
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.
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".