Lletres:
Martina Mcbride White Christmas

Said the night wind to the little lamb Do you see what I see Way up in the sky little lamb Do you see what I see A star, a star Dancing in the night With

Oh the weather outside is frightful But the fire is so delightful And since we've no place to go Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow Oh it doesn't

O holy night, the stars are brightly shining It is the night of the dear Savior's birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till He appeared and

O come all ye faithful Joyful and triumphant O come ye, o come ye To Bethlehem Come and behold Him Born the King of angels O come let us adore Him O

a white Christmas With every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

of a white Christmas With every Christmas card around May your days be merry and bright And may all your Christmases be white I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

crib for a bed The little Lord Jesus Lay down his sweet head The stars in the heavens Look down where he lay The little Lord Jesus Asleep on the hay Martina

Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make

Oh the weather outside is frightful But the fire is so delightful And since we've no place to go Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow Oh it doesn't