Can you hear me knocking?
Can you hear me knocking at your heart?
I can wait patiently at the door,
I could hear you dreaming,
I swear I could hear you dreaming,
And that dream could be real it could come true,
I can wait patiently,
For me and you.

Have you seen the garden,
That ever changing garden,
It blooms and then dies over again,
And that is the way that love, that love can be.

And we never know which way to run,
And we don't care if we can't see the sun,
And we don't know what tomorrow,
What tomorrow brings,
And we don't know much about anything,
But I know this dream could be real.

But everything takes practice,
Experience and wisdom,
A candle that lights up then fades away,
You could be gone tomorrow,
But here today,
Can you hear me knocking?
Can you hear me knocking at your heart?
I can wait patiently at your door.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And the days of auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.

We'll drink a cup of kindness yet,
For the sake of auld lang syne.

And surely you will buy your cup,
And surely I'll buy mine!

We'll take a cup of kindness yet,
For the sake of auld lang syne.

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.

We'll take a cup of kindness yet,
For the sake of auld lang syne.

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And the days of auld lang syne?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.

We'll drink a cup of kindness yet,
For the sake of auld lang syne.

Jolly old Saint Nicholas,
Lean your ear this way,
Don't you tell a single soul,
What I'm going to say,
Christmas Eve is coming soon,
Now you dear old man,
Whisper what you'll bring to me,
Tell me if you can.

When the clock is striking twelve,
When I'm fast asleep,
Down the chimney broad and black,
With your pack you'll creep,
All the stockings you will find,
Hanging in a row,
Mine will be the shortest one,
You'll be sure to know.

Jolly old Saint Nicholas,
Lean your ear this way,
Don't you tell a single soul,
What I'm going to say.

Christmas Eve is coming soon,
Now you dear old man,
Whisper what you'll bring for me,
Tell me if you can.

Whisper what you'll bring for me,
Tell me if you can.

Whisper what you'll bring for me,
Tell me if you can.

You slowed the clocks when you talked,
To me, to me,
The roof of my mouth turned heavy and round,
To me, to me.I wish you were still,
Writing me down,
I wish you were still,
Around.A new newspaper crown,
I wore,
I wore it out,
If you, if you knew me now,
Could you go without?I wish you were still,
Teasing me out,
I wish you were still,
Around.I'll give,
Back the words that you said,
To me, to me,
I'll dry,
Out the stream that you fed,
Through me through me.I wish you were still,
Writing me down,
I wish you were still,
Around.