Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Let your heart be light

From now on

Your troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Make the Yule-tide gay

From now on

Your troubles will be miles away

Here we are as in olden days

Happy golden days of yore

Faithful friends who I dear to us

They gather near to us once more

Through the years

We'll always be together

If the Fates allow

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough

So have yourself a merry little Christmas

Have yourself a merry little Christmas

So have yourself a merry little Christmas now