The sun is shining the grass is green
the orange and palm trees sway
There's never been such a day
in Beverley Hills LA
But it's December the twenty forth
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 treetops 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
the orange and palm trees sway
There's never been such a day
in Beverley Hills LA
But it's December the twenty forth
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 treetops 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