Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
let your heart be light—
From now on your troubles will be out of sight.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
make the Yuletide gay—
from now on your 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 allow.
Hang a shining star upon the highest bow.
So have yourself a merry little Christmas now.
• The Pretenders •
