By Irving Berlin











I'M DREAMING OF A WHITE CHRISTMAS,

JUST LIKE THE ONES WE 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 EV'RY CHRISTMAS CARD I WRITE.

MAY YOUR DAYS BE MERRY AND BRIGHT

AND MAY ALL YOUR CHRISTMASES BE WHITE.