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