She was 22 when she sang this song. She had a suicide attempt at 25, two weeks in Austen Riggs, ECT for depression, a second attempt at 28, alcohol-induced cirrhosis of the liver, then death by "incautious" overdosing of barbiturates (Seconal) at age 47. Poor thing. |
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Let your heart be light
Next year all our troubles will be out of sight
Let your heart be light
Next year all our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas
Make the yuletide gay
Next year all our troubles will be miles away
Once again as in olden days
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Will be near to us once more
Happy golden days of yore
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Will be near to us once more
Someday soon we all will be together
If the fates allow
Until then we'll have to muddle through somehow
So have yourself a merry little Christmas now
If the fates allow
Until then we'll have to muddle through somehow
So have yourself a merry little Christmas now
Songwriters
Hugh Martin, Ralph Blane
Hugh Martin, Ralph Blane
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