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 gay.
Next year all
our troubles will be miles away.
Once again as in olden days,
Happy golden years of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us,
Will be near to us once more.
Through the years
We all will be together,
If the fates allow
Until then, we'll muddle through somehow
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.
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