They're calling you

Some kind of ghost

But I know that's not true



Cause time and time again I spoke

And I have spoke with you



They're saying I 

Am some kind of ghost

But that's so hard to say



Maybe I'll go

Maybe you're safe



No there's no way to say...



And I would love you

To come over

And I would love you

Too...



...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 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 above the highest bough

And have yourself a merry little Christmas now