self a merry little Christmas
From now on, old Wobble will be
Our troubles will be miles away
Here we are in the holidays
Happy are the days of yore
Faithful friend, who wrought it to us
Gither near to us once more
Through the hill, we'll all be together
And have yourself a merry
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
all trouble will be hard of sight
all troubles will be miles away
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Stored upon the heart is born
A merry little Christmas now
From now on, all trouble will be out of
From a one -hole troubles will be miles
Here we are, in the golden days,
Faithful friends, who are dear to us,
Through the year we all will
Stole upon the heart is born
And have yourself a merry little
And have yourself a merry little Christmas