Текст: Al Jarreau. Christmas. Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on our troubles will be out of sight, 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 have been dear to us
Gather near to us once more

Through the years
We all will be together if the fates allow
Come and hang, hang a shining star upon the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now
Right now, now

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, 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 bough
Have yourself a merry little Christmas now
Right now, now, now, now