[Written for 1954 film White Christmas but not used:] Sittin' in the sun, countin' my money Fanned by a summer breeze Sweeter than honey is countin' my money Those greenbacks on the trees Comes a summer show'r, drops o' rain falling Sweeter than Christmas chimes Hearing those jingles upon the roof shingles Like pennies, nickels and dimes Tho' it's known that all I own is not a large amount Fields of gold that I behold are in my bank account Sittin' in the sun, countin' my money Happy as I can be And to top it all When shadows fall I look to heaven and I see There's a silver dollar in the sky Shining down on me
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