Let your heart be light.
From now on our troubles will be out of sight.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the yultide gay.
From now on 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.

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