Have yourself a merry little 
ChristmasLet your heart be light
From now on our troubles
Will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little 
ChristmasMake the 
Yule-tide 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 allow
Hang a shining star up on the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little 
Christmas now
Oh, 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 shining star up on the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little 
ChristmasHave yourself a merry little 
Christmas now