Times Long Past

For auld lang syne, My friend,
for auld lang syne,
Might you send me a greeting, Friend,
This season, just one time?
My heart is sad to think that I
Am dead to you this year.
So might you write a note, My friend,
A note of Christmas cheer
Fly greetings to my ghost of past
Aloft on angel wings
To heaven, hell, where e’er it be
My spectre, lost, is wandering
For auld lang syne, my love
For auld lang syne, my plea
This haunting of your presence, dear
Speak, Friend, once more to me