My "Place Of Clear Water" The first hill in the world Where springs washed into The shiny grass
And darkened cobbles In the bed of the lane Anahorish, soft gradient Of consonant, vowel meadow
After image of lamps Swung through the yards On winter evenings With pails and barrows
Those mound dwellers Go waist deep in mist To break the light ice At wells and dunghills
Writer/s: Lisa Margaret Hannigan, Seamus Heaney
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind
"White "Christmas" was so popular that Bing had to re-record the song five years after the original 1942 recording because the original masters had been worn out from all the pressings. This is the version that became a holiday tradition.