Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
And songs of auld lang syne
For auld lang syne we meet tonight
For auld lang syne
To sing the songs our fathers sang
In days of auld lang syne
We’ve passed through many varied scenes
Since youth’s unclouded day
And friends, and hopes, and happy dreams
Time’s hand hath swept away
And voices that once joined with ours
In days of auld lang syne
Are silent now, and blend no more
In songs of auld lang syne
Yet ever has the light of song
Illumed our darkest hours
And cheer’d us on life’s toilsome way
And gemm’d our path with flow’rs
The sacred songs our fathers sang
Dear songs of auld lang syne
The hallowed songs our fathers sang
In days of auld lang syne
Here we have met, but we may part
To meet on earth no more
And we may never sing again
The cherished songs of yore
The sacred songs our fathers sang
In days of auld lang syne
We may not meet to sing again
The songs of auld lang syne
But when we’ve crossed the sea of life
And reached the heav’nly shore
We’ll sing the songs our fathers sing
Transcending those of yore
We’ll meet to sing diviner strains
Than those of auld lang syne
Immortal songs of praise, unknown
In days of auld lang syne
Text: Albert Laighton, als Lied erstmals vorgetragen in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, 1855
Musik: auf eine traditionelle schottische Melodie
in: Father Kemp’s Old Folks Concert Tunes (1860)
