Lyrics Auld Lang Syne - Relaxing Classical Music Ensemble

Auld Lang Syne

The cold wind is blowin' and the streets are getting dark
I’m writing you a letter and I don’t know where to start
The bells will be ringing Saint John the Divine
I get a little lonely every year around this time
The music plays all night in Little Italy
The lights will be going up on old Rockefella’s tree
People window shopping on Fifth Avenue
All I want for Christmas is you
(Tell me) I’ve got to know
Where do lonely hearts go
Because nobody ought to be all alone on Christmas