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