Mark Knopfler - What It Is Lyrics
What it isThe drinking dens are spilling outTheres staggering in the squareTheres lads and lasses falling aboutAnd a crackling in the airDown around the dungeon doorsThe shelters in the queuesEverybodys looking forSomebodys arms to fall intoAnd its what it isIts what it is nowTheres frost on the graves and the monumentsBut the taverns are warm in townPeople curse the governmentAnd shovel hot food downThe lights are out in city hallThe castle and the keepThe moon shines down upon it allThe legless and asleepAnd its cold on a tollgateWith the wagons creeping throughCold on a tollgateGod knows what I could do with youAnd its what it isIts what it is nowThe garrison sleeps and the citadelWith the ghosts and the ancient stonesHigh on a parapet (just take the up out of thisLine and substitute a for the , should be as shown)A scottish piper stands aloneAnd high on the windThe highland drums begin to rollAnd something from the past just comesAnd stares into my soulAnd its cold on a tollgateWhere the caledonian bluesCold on a tollgateGod knows what I could do with youAnd its what it isIts what it is nowWhat it isIts what it is nowTheres a chink of lightTheres a burning wickTheres a lantern in the towerWee willie winkie with a candlestickStill writing songs in the wee wee hoursOn charlotte street I takeA walking stick from my hotelThe ghost of dirty dickIs still in search of little nellAnd its what it isIts what it is nowOh its what it isWhat it is nowIf you find some error in the lyrics,
