Author/Performer: Bing Crosby
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 a--way.
Here we are as in ol-den 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 to-gether,
If the fates allow.
Hang a shining star u-pon the highest bough,
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.
Through the years we all will be to-gether,
If the fates allow.
Hang a shining star u-pon the highest bough,
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.
