Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox
Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
[Verse 1]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
Through the years, we all will be together if the fates allow
So hang a shining star upon the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now

[Bridge]
Here we are, as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore

[Verse 3]
Through the years, we all will be together if the fates allow
So hang a shining star upon the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now