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

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
So hang a shining star upon the highest highest bough
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now now