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