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 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
Upon
The highest
Bough
And have yourself
A merry little Christmas
Now