East Of Aberdeen Lyrics

Cold is she

The cold North Sea

She'll howl and she'll heave

And will not be subdued

So raise up your glass

To those who have seen her

From no friendly shore

But East, East of Aberdeen

Four hundred miles

I travelled to labour

To the Grey Granite City

In the far, far north

I found myself alone

In bars with no women

Just men who have been

East, East of Aberdeen

At the heliport we stewed,

Held by stormy weather

We sweated in our suits

Too tired to do much talking

We smoked and we laughed

But the wind was out there mocking

As we waited for our flight

To East, East of Aberdeen

The first few days

Will never be forgot

Ye work and ye work

And ye never seemed to stop

It'd be a Hell on earth

But the real Hell is the water

That thunders through your dreams

When you're East, East of Aberdeen

As Like a wee toy

The standby boat is bobbing

Their three month trip

Must send their brains to God

They only get them back

When they've drunk themselves sober

And then they'll be broke

And East, East of Aberdeen
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The flares o the Innes

Burn like wee candles

In the huge night sky

There is nothing else to see

And if ever you felt

Humbled and Holy

It's alone with these lights

When you're East, East of Aberdeen

Our flare burns like gold,

Gold and restless amber

It lights up the sky

The rigging and the gantry

Then O'er endless skies

The Northern Lights come dancing

There's angels in your dreams

East, east of Aberdeen

Three weeks you're on

And your relief, he bumps you

Dressed in your suit

But no place to go

But back down below

To fourteen hours of grafting

And you curse and you swear

East, East of Aberdeen

And you lie in your bunk

And think of your woman

Is she lying alone?

Or sharing her sorrow

And the wind it sighs

It's the voice of a lover

But a lover who lies

East, East of Aberdeen

And Cold is she

The cold North Sea

She'll howl and she'll heave

And will not be subdued

So raise up your glass

To those who have seen her

From no friendly shore

But East, East of Aberdeen