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