(Traditional)


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 

On the highest bough

And have yourself 

A merry little Christmas now