歌词
[Verse 1]
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the season bright
From now on our troubles will be out of sight
[Verse 2]
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the Yuletide gay
From now on our troubles will be far away
[Verse 3]
For here we are as in olden days
Precious golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Travel near to us once more
[Verse 4]
Through the years we all will be together
If the fates allow
Hang the brightest star upon the highest bough
[Verse 5]
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now
Written by: Felix Bernard, Hugh Martin, Irving Berlin, Jule Styne, Ralph Blane, Richard B. Smith, Sammy Cahn


