White Christmas
Libera
The sun is shining,the grass is green,
The orange and palm trees sway
There's never been such a day
In Beverley Hills L.A,
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 childen 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.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the treetops glisten,and childen 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.