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