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