Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas - Poncho Sanchez

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 upon the highest bough. And have yourself a merry little Christmas now. 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, Have yourself A merry little Christmas Have yourself A merry little Christmas, now.

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 On the highest bough And have yourself A merry little Christmas now

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 in olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more Through it all, we all will be together If the fate allows Hang a shining star upon the highest bow And have yourself a merry little Christmas now

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 far away Here we are in the olden days Happy golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Gather near to us once more Through the years we will all be together If the fates allow Hang a shining star upon the highest bough And have yourself a merry little Christmas now Through the years we will all be together If the fates allow Hang a shining star upon the highest bough And have yourself a merry little Christmas now

Stop the clocks, it's amazing You should see the way the light dances off your hair A million colours of hazel, golden, and red Saturday morning is fading The sun's reflected by the coffee in your hand My eyes are caught in your gaze all over again We were love-drunk, waiting on a miracle Tryna find ourselves in the winter snow So alone in love like the world had disappeared Oh, I won't be silent and I won't let go I will hold on tighter 'til the afterglow And we'll burn so bright 'til the darkness softly clears Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow The weather outside's changing The leaves are buried under six-inches of white The radio is playing Iron & Wine, ooh yeah This is a new dimension This is a level where we're losing track of time I'm holding nothing against it, except you and I We were love-drunk, waiting on a miracle Tryna find ourselves in the winter snow So alone in love like the world had disappeared Oh, no I won't be silent and I won't let go I will hold on tighter 'til the afterglow And we'll burn so bright 'til the darkness softly clears Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow Oh, I will hold on to the afterglow