Have yourself a merry little 
ChristmasLet your heart be light
From now on our troubles will be out of sight
Merry Christmas, 
Merry Merry 
ChristmasHave yourself a merry little 
ChristmasMake the yuletide gay
From now on our troubles will be miles away
All your troubles soon turn into bubbles
Once again, 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 
ChristmasNow
Once again, as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Will be 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 
ChristmasNow