Lyrics
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 of the 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 whiskey, so bitter and sweet
I remember the season and Glasgow town
With our snug little attic and the pub right 'round
As our friends came by for a sing or a talk
And our vicious fight on that cold dawn walk
I remembered the castle where we vowed to meet
And the fog rolled in on Princes 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 leaving
Leaving me behind
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, bring it to me
Bring your sweet lovin'
Bring it on home to me, yeah, yeah
There's a hand, my trusty friend
And give my hand o' thine
(Oh-oh, bring it to me, bring your sweet lovin') we'll take a cup of kindness yet
(Bring it on home to me) for auld lang syne (yeah, yeah)
(You know I'd always be your slave) should old acquaintance be forgot
('Til I'm buried, buried in my grave) and never brought to mind?
(Oh, bring it to me, bring your sweet lovin') we'll take a cup of kindness yet
(Bring it on home to me) for auld lang syne (yeah, yeah)
(You know I tried to treat you right) for auld lang syne, my dear
For auld lang syne
We'll take a cup of kindness yet
For auld lang syne
Writer(s): Sam Cooke
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