Оригинальная версия: Meet Me in St. Louis 

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 
Will be 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.