The drinking dens are spilling out There's staggering in the square There's lads and lasses fall about And a crackling in the air Down around the dungeon doors The shelters and the queues Everybody's looking for Somebody's arms to fall into It's what it is Thats's what it is now
There's frost on the graves and the monuments But the taverns are warm in town People curse the government And shovel hot food down The lights are out in the city hall The castle and the keep The moon shines down upon it all The legless and the sleepless
Cold on the tollgate With the wagons creeping through Cold on the tollgate God knows what I could do with you Thats's what it is It's what it is now
The garrison sleeps in the citadel With the ghosts and the ancient stones High on the parapet a Scottish piper stands alone And high on the wind The highland drums begin to roll And something from the past just comes and stares into my soul
Cold on the tollgate let the drums beat the tattoo Cold on the tollgate God knows what I can do with you And it's what it is It's what it is now What it is 's What it is now
And the highwayman stands blowing on his fingers by the green I've walked inside his shoes before so I always buy his magazine He's with a local mystery with blood stains on her hands I like the way she winks at me but I leave her with the highwayman
And it's cold on the tollgate with the Caledonian Blues Cold on the tollgate God knows what I could do with you And it's what it is It's what it is now What it is It's what it is now
There's a chink of light, there's a burning wick There's a lantern in the tower Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick Still writing songs in the wee wee hours On Charlotte Street I take A walking stick from my hotel The ghost of Dirty Dick Is still in search of Little Nell And it's what it is It's what it is now Oh what it is What it is now now now