(Ralph Blane/Hugh Martin)



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 far away



Here were 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 shining star upon the highest bough

And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.



Here were 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 shining star upon the highest bough

And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.