Bring It On Home to Me

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