White Christmas — текст песни (Barbra Streisand)

The sun is shining, the grass is green

The orange and palm tree sway

Theres never been such a day

In beverly hills, l.a.

But its december the twenty-fourth

And I am longing to be up north

Im dreaming of white christmas

Just like the ones I used to know

Where the tree tops glisten

And children listen to hear sleighbells in the snow

For Im 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

And may all your christmases be white...