Have Your Self a Merry Little Christmas

Let your heart be light                        

From now on your troubles will be of sight

Here we are as in olden days

Happy golden days of yore

Faithful friends who are dears to us

They gather near to us once more

Through the years we all will be to gather and if the fates allow

Hang a shining star upon the highest bow

And have your self a merry little christmas now

Have your self a merry little Christmas

Make the yuletide gay

From now on your troubles will be miles away