Have yourself a merry little Christmas
May your days 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 far away

Here we are like the 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 up on the highest bough

And have yourself a merry little Christmas now