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 Lord allows Hang a shining star upon the highest bough And have yourself a merry little Christmas now
