When the steeple bells sound their A
They don't play it in tune
But the Welkin will ring one day
And that day will be soon
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
Next year, all our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the yule-tide gay
Next year, all our troubles will be miles away
Once again, as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who were dear to us
Will be near to us once more
Someday soon we all will be together
If the fates allow
Until then, we'll have to muddle through somehow
So have yourself a merry little Christmas now
When the steeple bells sound their A
They don't play it in tune
But the Welkin will ring one day
And that day will be soon
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
Next year, all our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the yule-tide gay
Next year, all our troubles will be miles away
Once again, as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who were dear to us
Will be near to us once more
Someday soon we all will be together
If the fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough
So have yourself a merry little Christmas now