Intro:
Fa#m   (La)  Re   La Fa#m    (La)  Re   Mi

Fa#m                                 La
The drinking dens are spilling out and staggering in the square
Re                                          La             Mi
There`s lads and lassies falling about and a crackling in the air
Fa#m                                      La
Down around the dungeon doors, the shelters and the keeps
Re                              La              Mi         (Fa#m)
Everybody`s looking for somebody`s arms to fall into this way
                    Fa#m (La) Re  Mi
That`s what it is now...

Fa#m                                      La
There`s frost on the graves and the monuments but the
taverns are warm in town
Re                                La             Mi
People curse the government and shovel hot food down
Fa#m                                      La
Lights are out in city hall ,the castle and the keep
Re                             La             Mi
Moon shines down upon it all the legless and asleep

Re                                 La
Cold on the tollgate where the wagons creeping through
Re                          La          Mi
Cold on the tollgate God knows what I can do with you

                Fa#m LaRe La       Fa#m La Re Mi
It`s (that`s) what it is    It`s what it is now

Fa#m                                      La
The garnison sleeps in the citadel with the ghosts
and the ancient stones
Re                                La             Mi
High on the parapet the scottish pipers stands alone
Fa#m                                      La
High on the wind the highland drums begin to roll
Re                                La             Mi
And something from the past just comes and stares into my soul

Re                                 La
Cold on the tollgate where the caledonian blues
Re                          La          Mi
Cold on the tollgate god knows what I can do with you

                Fa#m LaRe La       Fa#m La Re Mi
It`s (that`s) what it is    It`s what it is now

Fa#m                                      La
There’s a chink of light as a burning wick,
there’s a lantern in  the tower
Re                                          La
Wee Willie Winkie with the candle sticks still writing songs
Mi
in the wee Wee hours
Fa#m                                La
On charlotte street they take a walking stick from my hotel
Re                                La             Mi
The ghost of Dirty Dick is still in search of little nell

                Fa#m LaRe La       Fa#m La Re Mi
It`s (that`s) what it is    It`s what it is now     at libitum