I'm dreaming of a White Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where those tree tops glisten. And children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow.
Gone is the romance that was so divine.. 'tis broken and cannot be mended.. You must go your way,. And I must go mine.. But now that our love dreams have ended....
I'm dreaming of a white Christmas. Just like the ones I used to know. Where the people glisten and children listen. To hear sleigh bells in the snow. .
Gone is the romance, that was so divine. It's broken and can not be mended. You must go your way, and I must go mine. But now that our love dreams have ended.
Whatâ? ll I do when you are far away and I am blue. Whatâ? ll I do. Whatâ? ll I do when I am wondering who is kissing you. Whatâ? ll I do. Whatâ? ll I do with just a photograph to tell my troubles too.