...Let your heart be light
From now on,
our troubles will be
out of sight
Have yourself a merry
little Christmas,
Make the yule-tide
gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be
miles away.
Here we are as in
olden days,
Happy golden days of
yore.
Faithful friends who
are dear to us
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.
And have yourself A
merry little Christmas now.
