The Dragon of Aberdee

There is a dragon in a rowan tree,

Standing in the valley of Aberdee,

It’s made, I hear, of brass and gold–

Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s cold.

 

Standing in the valley of Aberdee

There is a little house waiting for me,

(Sometimes it’s hot, sometimes it’s cold)

Built by a wife and a woodcutter bold.

 

There is a little house waiting for me,

By the river of Old Lang-Xi,

Built by a wife and a woodcutter bold;

The house holds more than I’ve been told

 

By the river of Old Lang-Xi —

Flowing through the valley of Aberdee–

The house holds more than I’ve been told,

Like a peach for a dragon of gold.

 

Flowing through the valley of Aberdee

The waters bring many a gift to me.

Like a peach for a dragon of gold

That I can trade for a secret told.

 

The waters bring many a gift to me,

From the lake of Od’larey,

That I can trade for a secret told

About a time when you weren’t so old.

 

From the lake of Od’larey

Oh, I hear, all the way you can see

To a time when you weren’t so old

All made up of brass and gold.

 

Oh, I hear, all the way you can see

To a dragon in a rowan tree

All made up of brass and gold;

Sometimes too hot, but never too cold

 

For the dragon in the rowan tree

I’ve brought a peach from Od’larey.

It’s sometimes too hot — but never too cold —

It tastes just like your dreams of old.