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