Here Come the Bells - Eddi Reader

In winter ye get the snaw

ye get the wind blawin'

the ice an 'aw

a wee low flyer and we’re off

and its 'mona lisa' if you please sir

here comes the bells, here comes the bells

those auld malts

from highland streams

waited years tae melt

the ice in ma dreams

a wee low flyer and we’re off

and its 'Auld Lang Syne' sir, anytime sir.

here comes the bells…

another year we’re counting down

in every city in every town

the wee low flyers are taking off

holding hands at midnight

auld acquaintance aint forgot

here comes the bells…