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
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
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 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 Explain Request ×
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