scotland in the snow

Nina Nesbitt

December again, how did we get here?
Calling my friends, I ll see them next year
Well, I ve been chasing my dreams, crossing the borders
But when I close my eyes
I see hills of white and rivers of silver and gold

From the highlands to lowlands, the banks of Loch Lomond
The busy streets of Glasgow
From the east to the west coast
the castles and cobbled stones
I hear them calling me home
Oh, I ve been to New York
I ve seen the lights at the Rockefeller glow
But nothing compares
nothing comes close to Scotland in the snow

The coldest of nights, the warmest of welcomes
The cèilidh band cries
you re dancing with someone that you barely know
Walking back, photographs, morning comes, we will laugh
Thinking, it s never going to change
Now I close my eyes, I realise
That those days, they re miles away

From the highlands to lowlands, the banks of Loch Lomond
The busy streets of Glasgow
From the east to the west coast
the castles and cobbled stones
I hear them calling me home
Oh, I ve been to New York
I ve seen the lights at the Rockefeller glow
But nothing compares
nothing comes close to Scotland in the snow

Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh

When I close my eyes
I see hills of white and rivers of silver and gold
Oh, there s something bout this time of year
that makes me miss it more

From the highlands to lowlands, the banks of Loch Lomond
The busy streets of Glasgow
From the east to the west coast
the castles and cobbled stones
I hear them calling me home