Auld Lang Syne

(álbum: The Songs The Season Brings, Vols. 1-4 - 2015)

Should old acquaintance be forgot
And never thought upon
The flames of love extinguished
And fully past and gone
Is thy sweet heart now grown so cold
That loving breast of thine
That thou canst never once reflect
On old lang syne

For auld lang syne my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne

Since thoughts of thee doth banish grief
When from thee I am gone
Will not thy presence yield relief
To this sad heart of mine
Why doth thy presence me defeat
With excellence divine
Especially when I reflect
On old lang syne

For auld lang syne my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet

For auld lang syne
And surely you'll buy your pint cup
And surely I'll buy mine
And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne