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