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.

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

And through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates, if the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself A merry little Christmas now.