Lyrics
there s a chink of light
But the taverns are warm in town, down around the dungeon doors What, there s frost on the graves and the monuments
That s what it is, it s what it is now, what it is now
And a crackling in the air, that s what it is
A scottish piper stands alone, the drinking dens are spilling out, there s a burning wick
that s what it is
the highland drums begin to roll
With the wagons creeping through, the shelters and the queues
the drinking dens are spilling out
On charlotte street i take, a scottish piper stands alone
There s a chink of light, god knows what i could do with you
But the taverns are warm in town, there s a chink of light, with a caledonian blues
The drinking dens are spilling out, it s what it is now What, it s what it is now
The highland drums begin to roll, and shovel hot food down
Down around the dungeon doors, it s what it is now, still writing songs in the wee wee hours
The ghost of dirty dick, with a caledonian blues
It s what it is, and high on the wind
The legless and asleep, that s what it is
And shovel hot food down, and something from the past just comes, and shovel hot food down
Still writing songs in the wee wee hours, it s what it is now, lights are out in the city hall
There s a lantern in the tower, and it s cold on the tollgate, with the ghosts and the ancient stones
It s what it is now, with the ghosts and the ancient stones
and stares into my soul
Still writing songs in the wee wee hours, the garrison sleeps in the citadel Knopfler, but the taverns are warm in town
high on the parapet
There s lads and lasses falling about, cold on the tollgate
