The sun is shining, the grass is green
The orange and palm tree 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 White Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the tree tops glisten
And children listen to hear sleighbells in the snow
For I'm dreaming of a White Christmas
To be continued... |
