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 the Yule-tide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will
be miles away.
Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of
yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once
more.
Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates
allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself A
merry little Christmas now.