They gather inside or outside around the tower
Surrounded by the mystical flowers
Even with the sun in my face
I'm glad to be here now
I'm glad to be at this place
The Bonny Sots won't let me down
The Bonny Sots won't fail
In fact, in my mind they can't fail
So I'm ready for you all to sing
And the next few minutes the world's at your fingertips
The world for you girls is on a string
And as you girls finish off your final song
It's a memory I'll never forget
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem