Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on all our troubles
Will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the yuletide [bad word] From now on our troubles
Will be miles away

Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more

Trough the years
We all will be together
If the fates allow
Hang a shining star
Upon the highest bough
And, have yourself
merry little Christmas, now!