Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the season bright
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 as in olden days
Precious golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Travel near to us once more

Through the years we all will be together if the fates allow
Hang the brightest star upon the highest bough
Have yourself a merry little Christmas now