Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas


Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Let your heart be light

From now on our troubles will be out of sight

Merry Christmas, Merry Merry Christmas


Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Make the yuletide gay

From now on our troubles will be miles away

All your troubles soon turn into bubbles


Once again, as in olden days

Happy golden days of yore

Faithful friends who are dear to us

Gather near to us once more


Through the years we all will be together

If the fates allow

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough

And have yourself a merry little Christmas now


Once again, as in olden days

Happy golden days 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

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough

And have yourself a merry little Christmas now


Words and Music by Hugh Martin and Ralph Blane


Perry Como 1968 (C)