Midnight has come
And we are the last
Of the bright soiree
Sweet old friends
We laugh and talk
Of the good old days
(Of the good old days)

Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind?
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet
And sing for auld lang syne

Every year
We sit here
And nostalgia reigns
Looking forward
I see us
Looking back on good old days
(On good old days)

Sing for auld lang syne, my dear
Sing for auld lang syne
We’ll take a cup of kindness yet
And sing for auld lang syne