Merry Little Christmas
Hugh Martin, Ralph Blane
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 are dear to us
They gather near to us once more
Through the years we all will be together
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough
Here we are, as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
They gather near to us once more
Through the years we all will be together
If the Fates allow
So hang a shining star upon the highest bough
And have yourself a merry
Little Christmas now, oh woah oh
Ooh, now