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 | on the highest bough | and have yourself a merry little christmas now.
