Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on Your troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make the Yule-tide gay From now on Your troubles will be miles away Here we are as in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who I dear to us They gather near to us once more Through the years We'll always be together If the Fates allow Hang a shining star upon the highest bough So have yourself a merry little Christmas Have yourself a merry little Christmas So have yourself a merry little Christmas now