White Christmas (Streisand Barbra)

The sun is shining, the grass is green The orange and palm tree sway There's never been such a day In Beverly Hills, L.A. But it's December the twenty-fourth And I am longing to be up North I'm 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 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 And may all your Christmases be white...