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 [bad word] 
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
Gather 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

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
Next year all our troubles will be out of sight