Auld Lang Syne/Bring It on Home to Me - Rebecca Pidgeon

The birth of the grass and the melting snow
As we left the low lands far below
When we spent the spring on the western shore
As happy as anyone ever before
And the winter that found us hunkered down
In the small stone cottage in the iron town
For months a blessed absence of light
When we never left each other's sight
I can taste the salt
I can smell the pete
With you and the whisky
So bitter and sweet
I remember the season in glasgow town
With our snug little attic and the pub right around
As our friends came by for a sing or a talk
And our vicious fight on that cold dawn walk
I remember the castle where we vowed to meet
And the fog grueled in on princes street
And all the town was a cold grey stone
As I turned up my collar
And I sat there alone
If you ever change your mind
About me then leaving me behind
Ohh bring to me
Bring your sweet lovin'
Bring it on home to me
Yeah yeah
I'll give you jewelry
Money too
But that's not all
All I do for you
Ohh bring it to me
Bring your sweet lovin'
Bring it all home to me
Yeah yeah
You know our last
And there's a hand my trusty friend
And give us a hand o' thine
Ohh
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
Bring it all home
For auld lang syne
Yeah yeah
You know I'll always
Should Old Acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne
For auld lang syne my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne
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