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 Yuletide Gay;
From now on our troubles will be mils 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!