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.