Let your heart be light,
From now on our troubles
Will be out of sight.
Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide 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.
Throught the years
We all will be together
If the fates allow,
Hang a shining star
On the hightest bough,
And have yourself
A merry little Christmas now.
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