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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, and the busy streets of Glasgow
From the east to the west coast, the castles and cobblestones, 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
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, and the busy streets of Glasgow
From the east to the west coast, the castles and cobblestones, 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 Kelly band cries, you're dancing with someone that you barely know
Walking back, photographs, morning comes
We laugh thinking, it's never going to change
And I would close my eyes
I realize that those days they're miles away
From the highlands to lowlands, the banks of Loch Lomond, and the busy streets of Glasgow
From the east to the west coast, the castles and cobblestones, 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
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, and the busy streets of Glasgow
From the east to the west coast, the castles and cobblestones, I hear them calling me home
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, and the busy streets of Glasgow
From the east to the west coast, the castles and cobblestones, I hear them calling me home
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