Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
Next year all our troubles
Will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
Next year all our troubles
Will be miles away.

Once again as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Will be near to us once more.

Someday soon
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Until then we'll have to muddle through somehow.
So have yourself A merry little Christmas now.