WHITE CHRISTMAS
I. Berlin - Elab. Marco Frisina

The sun is shining, the grass is green,
the orange and palm trees sway.
There's never been such a dav
in Beverly Hills L.A.
But it's December the twenty-fourth
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 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 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 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 may all your Christmases be white".