my love there will be songs to sing Although the snow covers the hope of spring Somewhere a hill blossoms in green and gold And there are greens all
Words & Music by Arthur R. Scammell Recorded by Hank Snow Oh this is the place where the fishermen gather Oil-skins and boots and the Cape hands batten
The twilight shadows deepen into night dear The city lights are gleaming o'er the snow I sit alone beside the cheery fire dear I'm dreaming dreams from
looked to me like a man who had lived in hell; With a face most hair, and the dreary stare of a dog whose day is done, As he watered the green stuff
look at the rain and I wonder Where can she be will she come back to me whispering rain Whispering rain falling where we used to stroll The garden so green
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'