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 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 tree tops glisten And children listen To hear sleigh bells in the snow, oh I'm dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright (aaah) And may all your Christmases be white Oh, 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 sleigh bells in the snow, oh Oh, 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 sleigh bells in the snow, ooh Hey, I-I-I-I'm dreaming of a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright (oooh, oooh) And may all your Christmases be white

The old home town looks the same As I step down from the train, And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa. Down the road I look and there runs Mary Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry, And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on. Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary, Hair of gold and lips like cherries. It's good to touch the green, green grass of home. Then I awake and look around me, At four grey walls that surround me And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming. For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre, Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak. Again I touch the green, green grass of home. Yes, they'll all come to see me In the shade of that old oak tree As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.