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