Etta Jones - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas lyrics

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 away Here we are in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more Through it all, we all will be together If the fate allows Hang a shining star upon the highest bow And have yourself a merry little Christmas now