Auld Lang Syne Bring It On-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