Aberdeen - Kirsty McGee

There’s a place in every city

In a bar room, dimly lit

Where some yellow-headed girl whispers anyone who’ll listen how she feels

She stoops too low, but she will conquer

With no malice and no guile

She’s the child of late night whisky talk

If late night whisky talk had a child

Do you remember Aberdeen

When you and I were seventeen?

Eyes ablaze and thick as thieves

And Alice, you’ll remember

All of the promises he made

That night you told me all about him in the bed where you had laid

And all the sheets were rolled like restless waves

Thrown around in disarray

And I loved you then but I dared not speak for fear

For fear of what you’d say

And the roads roll by so dully grey

And I tell myself that they’ll end someday

When I find out what I mean to say

When words come a little closer

If I’d known back then what I’ve since learned

How a fire can warm, how a fire can burn

We dashed down the stars but at every turn

If I was lost

In the silence I could hear your heart beating

In a bar room in a city street

With a pretty girl with blistered feet

I don’t know about you but I can’t compete

When it comes to drinking games

You stoop too low but you will conquer

As you have conquered every time

You’re the child of late night whisky talk

If late night whisky talk had a child

And I’ll leave you there in Aberdeen

In a torn red dress with that crazy grin

A ragged girl: red hair, white skin

How you made me giddy when you drew me in

I will leave you there in Aberdeen

With my heart in your hands, the way it’s always been

The girl I loved so deeply but I dared not win

Before the stars…

Before the stars came down