Songtexte: Garth Brooks. The Magic Of Christmas. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas, let your heart be high
From now all our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas, make the yuletide gay
From now all our troubles will be far away

Once again 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

Hang a shining star upon the highest bough, ooh

Once again 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