Post by donq on Aug 11, 2018 4:57:41 GMT
Somehow this simple but wonderful song brings home to me. I hope it would do to you, too.
And I don't know a word of Auld Lang Syne's lyrics but still love it!
Enjoy!
Rebecca Pidgeon - Auld Lang Syne / Bring It on Home to Me
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 Ireland town
For months, that the blessed absence of life
When we never left each other's sight
I can taste the salt, I can smell the pete(?)
With you and the whiskey so bitter and sweet.
I remember the season
and the grass grow town
With our snug little attic
and the pub right 'round
As our friends came by
for a single of talk
and the vicious fight
on the cold dawn walk
I remembered the castle
where we vowed to meet
And the fog grow(?) in on Princess Street
When all the town was a cold gray stone
As I turned up my collar(?)
And I sat there...
...alone
If you've ever...
...changed your mind...
...about me then...
...leave and need me hard(?)
Oh oh
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'll do for you
Oh oh oh
Bring it to me
Bring your sweet lovin'
Bring it on home to me
(Yeah, yeah)
(You know I)
There's a hand my trusty friend
And give my hand o' thine!
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld (yeah)...
...lang (yeah)...
...syne
(You know I always)
Should old acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mine?
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld (yeah)...
...land (yeah)...
...syne
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld...
...lang...
...syne
And I don't know a word of Auld Lang Syne's lyrics but still love it!
Enjoy!
Rebecca Pidgeon - Auld Lang Syne / Bring It on Home to Me
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 Ireland town
For months, that the blessed absence of life
When we never left each other's sight
I can taste the salt, I can smell the pete(?)
With you and the whiskey so bitter and sweet.
I remember the season
and the grass grow town
With our snug little attic
and the pub right 'round
As our friends came by
for a single of talk
and the vicious fight
on the cold dawn walk
I remembered the castle
where we vowed to meet
And the fog grow(?) in on Princess Street
When all the town was a cold gray stone
As I turned up my collar(?)
And I sat there...
...alone
If you've ever...
...changed your mind...
...about me then...
...leave and need me hard(?)
Oh oh
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'll do for you
Oh oh oh
Bring it to me
Bring your sweet lovin'
Bring it on home to me
(Yeah, yeah)
(You know I)
There's a hand my trusty friend
And give my hand o' thine!
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld (yeah)...
...lang (yeah)...
...syne
(You know I always)
Should old acquaintance be forgot
and never brought to mine?
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld (yeah)...
...land (yeah)...
...syne
For auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld...
...lang...
...syne