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 sleighbells 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 Home, home on the range, 
Where the deer and the antelope play 
Where seldom is heard a discouraging word, 
And the skies are not cloudy all day 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 sleighbells 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".