Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the Yuletide gay
From now on our troubles
Will be miles away

Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore, ah

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 (allow)
So hang a shining star upon the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now
Now