Lyrics:

Bing Crosby/Peter Matz. Chorus

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let yourself be light
From now on our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the yultide 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 faiths allow
Until then, we'll have to muddle through somehow
So have yourself a merry little Christmas now

(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 faiths allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now