White Christmas
(Jag drömmer om en jul hemma)
T&M: Irving Berlin
The sun i shining the grass is green,
the orange and palm-trees sway.
There never been such a day,
In Beverly Hills, L.A.
But it is december the twentyfourth,
and I'm longing to be up north.
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas,
just like the ones I used to know.
Where the threetops 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 marry and bright,
and may all your christmases be white.
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