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 on the highest bough,
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now