A chilling tale from Irving Berlin’s “White Christmas”, 1953.
Words and music by Irving Berlin.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
Snow, it won’t be long before
We’ll all be there with snow
Snow, I want to wash my hands
My face and hair with snow
Snow, I long to clear a path
And lift a spade of snow
Oh, to see a great big man
Entirely made of snow
Where it’s snowing all winter through
That’s where I want to be
Snowball throwing, that’s what I’ll do
How I’m longing to ski
Snow, those glist-ning houses that
Seem to be built of snow
Oh, to see a mountain
Covered with a quilt of snow
What is Christmas with no snow
No white Christmas with no snow, snow