Collin Raye Follow

The sun is shining the grass is green

The orange and palm trees sway

There's never been such a day

In Beverly Hills, LA

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 sleighbells 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 tree-tops glisten,

And children listen

To hear sleighbells 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".