Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
Next year, all our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
Next year, all our troubles will be miles away

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.

Some day soon 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