Here were are as in olden days
From now on our troubles will be out of sight
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now
Gather near to us once more
Make the Yuletide gay
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough
Through the years we all will be together, if the fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Happy golden days of yore
From now on our troubles will be miles away
Through the years we all will be together, if the fates allow