What It Is

　　What It Is - Mark Knopfler

　　Drinking dens are spilling out

　　There's staggering in the square

　　There's lads and lasses falling about

　　And a crackling in the air

　　Down around the dungeon doors

　　The shelters in the queues

　　Everybody's looking for

　　Somebody's arms to fall into

　　And it's what it is

　　It's what it is now

　　There's frost on the graves and the monuments

　　But the taverns are warm in town

　　People curse the government

　　And shovel hot food down

　　The lights are out in city hall

　　The castle and the keep

　　The moon shines down upon it all

　　The legless and asleep

　　And it′s cold on a tollgate

　　With the wagons creeping through

　　Cold on a tollgate

　　God knows what I could do with you

　　And It′s what it is

　　It′s what it is now

　　The garrison sleeps and the citadel

　　With the ghosts and the ancient stones

　　High up on the parapet

　　A Scottish piper stands alone

　　And high on the wind

　　The highland drums begin to roll

　　And something from the past just comes

　　And stares into my soul

　　And it′s cold on a tollgate

　　Where the Caledonian blues

　　Cold on a tollgate

　　God knows what I could do with you

　　And It′s what it is

　　It′s what it is now

　　What it is

　　It′s what it is now

　　There′s a chink of light

　　There′s a lantern in the tower

　　There′s a burning wick

　　Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick

　　Still writing songs in the wee wee hours

　　On Charlotte Street I take

　　A walking stick from my hotel

　　The ghost of Dirty Dick

　　Is still in search of Little Nell

　　And it′s what it is

　　It′s what it is now

　　Oh it′s what it is

　　What it is now