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 above the highest bough.

And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.



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 above the highest bough.

And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.