They're calling you
Some kind of ghost
But I know that's not true
Cause time and time again I spoke
And I have spoke with you
They're saying I
Am some kind of ghost
But that's so hard to say
Maybe I'll go
Maybe you're safe
No there's no way to say...
And I would love you
To come over
And I would love you
Too...
...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 Yuletide 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 above the highest bough
And have yourself a merry little Christmas now