Текст песни
There s a burning wick, high on the parapet
and shovel hot food down
Wee willie winkie with a candlestick, cold on the tollgate
and it s cold on the tollgate
what it is now
The highland drums begin to roll, there s lads and lasses falling about Knopfler, with the ghosts and the ancient stones
God knows what i could do with you, what it is now
Wee willie winkie with a candlestick, the moon shines down upon it all, there s a chink of light
High on the parapet, with a caledonian blues, and shovel hot food down
There s a chink of light, it s what it is now
the garrison sleeps in the citadel
It s what it is, that s what it is Is, and something from the past just comes
The legless and asleep, that s what it is, the highland drums begin to roll
It s what it is now, wee willie winkie with a candlestick
that s what it is
There s a burning wick, there s staggering in the square
That s what it is, and it s cold on the tollgate It, and it s cold on the tollgate
It s what it is, what it is now
And high on the wind, and something from the past just comes Knopfler, the shelters and the queues
it s what it is now
the moon shines down upon it all
a walking stick for my hotel
the drinking dens are spilling out
It s what it is now, and high on the wind
The drinking dens are spilling out, there s lads and lasses falling about, a walking stick for my hotel
lights are out in the city hall
what it is now
With the ghosts and the ancient stones, there s frost on the graves and the monuments
It s what it is now, the moon shines down upon it all
There s a lantern in the tower, somebody s arms to fall into
It s what it is now, that s what it is
and it s cold on the tollgate
the ghost of dirty dick
the highland drums begin to roll