(Intro: Clean acoustic guitar begins with a steady, driving rhythm. A simple, melodic electric guitar riff enters, clean and echoing with a touch of grit, playing the main melody once. Drums enter with a slow, powerful backbeat.) (Verse 1) (G)I'm dreaming of a White Christmas, (C)Just like the ones (G)I used to know. (D)Where the tree-tops glisten, (G)and children listen (C)To hear sleigh bells in the (D)snow. (G)Yeah, the radio is playing softly, (C)the fireplace is burning low, (D)But the city streets are gray and wet, (G)and there's no sign of the snow. (G)I'm miles away from home now, (C)on a different, lonely coast, (D)And the memories of the old days (G)are the things I miss the most. (Pre-Chorus) (C)I check the forecast every hour, (G)but the hope keeps turning down, (D)Just chasing that one feeling (Em)in this loud, indifferent town. (C)I need that peaceful blanket (G)to settle on my soul, (D)To make the broken pieces (N.C.) finally feel whole. (Chorus) (More driving, slightly harder strumming) (G)I'm dreaming of a White Christmas, (C)yeah, I'm reaching out tonight, (D)To feel the quiet magic (G)and see the world turn bright. (G)May your days be merry and bright, (C)and may all your Christmases be white, (D)Just the simple truth of comfort (G)on this cold, familiar night. (Verse 2) (G)I'm dreaming of a White Christmas, (C)With every Christmas (G)card I write. (D)May your days be merry and (G)bright, (C)And may all your Christmases be (D)white. (G)It's not about the presents, man, (C)it's not about the spend, (D)It's about the feeling that (G)you know you can depend. (G)The smell of pine and simple things, (C)the faces warm and near, (D)Trying to get that moment back, (G)to banish all the year's fear. (Pre-Chorus) (C)I check the forecast every hour, (G)but the hope keeps turning down, (D)Just chasing that one feeling (Em)in this loud, indifferent town. (C)I need that peaceful blanket (G)to settle on my soul, (D)To make the broken pieces (N.C.) finally feel whole. (Chorus) (More driving, slightly harder strumming) (G)I'm dreaming of a White Christmas, (C)yeah, I'm reaching out tonight, (D)To feel the quiet magic (G)and see the world turn bright. (G)May your days be merry and bright, (C)and may all your Christmases be white, (D)Just the simple truth of comfort (G)on this cold, familiar night. (Outro) (The electric guitar returns with a long, sustained, slightly gritty note. The acoustic strum slows down, becoming soft and rhythmic.) (G)White Christmas... (C)Just like the ones... (D)We used to know... (G)Let it snow... (The final chord fades slowly, leaving a lingering guitar echo.)
