Here we are as in olden days
  Happy golden days of yore
    Have yourself a merry little Christmas
  Let your heart be light
  From now on, our troubles will be out of sight
  Have yourself a merry little Christmas
  Make the yuletide gay
  From now on, our troubles will be miles away
    Here we are 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 allows
  Hang a shinning star upon the highest bough
  And have yourself a merry little Christmas now
    Here we are 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 allows
  Hang a shinning star upon the highest bough
  And have yourself a merry little Christmas now