Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on your troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the Yuletide gay
From now on your troubles will be miles away

Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore, ah
Faithful friends who are dear to us
They gather near to us once more

Through the years we all will be together and
If the fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bow
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now

Faithful friends who are dear to us
They gather near to us once more

Through the years we all will be together and
If the fates allow
But 'til then we'll have to muddle through somehow
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now