Here we are as in olden days

Happy golden days of yore



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 allows

Hang a shinning star upon the highest bough

And have yourself a merry little Christmas now



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 shinning star upon the highest bough

And have yourself a merry little Christmas now