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...