In winter ye get the snaw
ye get the wind blawin'
the ice an 'aw
a wee low flyer and we're off
and it's '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 ain't forgot
here comes the bells...