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 twenty fourth, 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 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 may all your Christmases be white.
May your days be merry and bright, and may all your Christmases, be white.
[00:15.55]The sun is shining, the grass is green, [00:18.92]the orange and palm trees sway. [00:23.05]There's never been such a day [00:27.55]in Beverly Hills, L.A. [00:34.23]But it's December the twenty fourth, [00:39.42]and I am longing to be up north. [00:49.99] [00:51.61]I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, [00:59.73]just like the ones I used to know. [01:10.11]Where the treetops glisten and children listen [01:19.98]to hear sleigh bells in the snow. [01:32.30]I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, [01:42.92]with every Christmas card I write. [01:52.98]May your days be merry and bright, [02:03.17]and may all your Christmases be white. [02:12.21] [02:31.18]May your days be merry and bright, [02:41.49]and may all your Christmases, [02:50.52]be white.
