The Twelve Days Of Christmas Lyrics - Connie Francis

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 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 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. 

And have yourself A merry little Christmas now.