Northern Lights of Old Aberdeen
M. Webb


When I was a lad, a tiny wee lad
My mother said to me,
'Come see the Northern Lights my boy
They're as bright as they can be'
She called them the heavenly dancers,
Merry dancers in the sky.
I'll never forget that wonderful sight,
They made the heavens bright.

The Northern Lights of Old Aberdeen
Mean Home Sweet Home to me.
The Northern Lights of Old Aberdeen
Are what I long to see.
I've been a wand'rer all of my life
And many a sight I've seen,
God speed the day when I'm on my way
To my home in Aberdeen.

I've wandered in many far-off lands,
And travelled many a mile.
I've missed the folk O've cherished most,
The joys of a friendly smile.
It warms up the heart of a wand'rer,
The clasp of a welcoming hand,
To greet me when I return,
Home to my native land.

The Northern Lights of Old Aberdeen
Mean Home Sweet Home to me.
The Northern Lights of Old Aberdeen
Are what I long to see.
I've been a wand'rer all of my life
And many a sight I've seen,
God speed the day when I'm on my way
To my home in Aberdeen.

Every resident of the Granite City has at some time or other seen the Aurora Borealis that Mary Webb wrote of.

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