They're calling you


Some kind of ghost

But I know that's not true





Cause time and time again I spoke

And I have spoke with you





They're saying I

Am some kind of ghost


But that's so hard to say




Maybe I'll go


Maybe you're safe




No there's no way to say...





And I would love you

To come over


And I would love you


Too...




...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 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 above the highest bough


And have yourself a merry little Christmas now