Sam Smith - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
From now on
Your troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the Yule-tide gay
From now on
Your troubles will be miles away

Here we are as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who I dear to us
They gather near to us once more

Through the years
We'll always be together
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough

So have yourself a merry little Christmas
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
So have yourself a merry little Christmas now