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