Auld Lang Syne - Relaxing Classical Music Ensemble

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