Aurora
Esther Dorcas Y.w.wong Lyrics


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(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

One night last summer we were camped at ten thousand feet up where the air is clear, high in the Rockies of Lost Lake, Colorado. And as the fire burned low and only a few glowing embers remained, we laid on our backs all warm in our sleeping bags and looked up at the stars.

And as I felt myself falling into the vastness of the Universe, I thought about things, and places, and times.

I thought about the time my grandma told me what to say when I saw the evening star. You know, Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.
The air is crystal-clear up here; that's why you can see a million stars.

I remember a time a bunch of us were in a canyon of the Green River in Wyoming; it was a night like this. And we had our rafts pulled up on the bank an' turned over so we could sleep on 'em, and one of the guys from New York said, "Hey! Look at the smog in the sky! Smog clear out here in the sticks!" And somebody said, "Hey, Joe, that's not smog; that's the Milky Way."

Joe had never seen the Milky Way.

And we saw the Northern Lights once, in the Bitterroot Mountains of Montana. They're like flames from some prehistoric campfire, leaping and dancing in the sky and changing colors. Red to gold, and blue to violet... Aurora Borealis. It's like the equinox, the changing of the seasons. Summer to fall, young to old, then to now. And then tomorrow...





And then everyone was asleep, except me. And as I saw the morning star come up over the mountains, I realized that life is just a collection of memories. And memories are like starlight: they go on forever.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Esther Dorcas Y.w.wong's song Aurora muses on the vastness of the universe and the beauty of the cosmos. The singer recalls camping at 10,000 feet in the Rockies of Lost Lake, Colorado, where the air is crystal clear and a million stars can be seen clearly. As they lay by the fire, the stars above them begin to take on a deeper meaning, as the singer remembers his grandmother's words about the evening star and the wishes he made upon it. He thinks about his own memories, as well as those of his friends and family, and how each memory is like a star - a glimmering point of light in the vast expanse of time and space.


The singer then remembers seeing the Milky Way for the first time with a friend from New York who had never witnessed it before. He also recalls seeing the Northern Lights in the Bitterroot Mountains of Montana, describing them as "flames from some prehistoric campfire, leaping and dancing in the sky and changing colors." As the night wears on, everyone drifts off to sleep, but the singer remains awake, watching the sky until the morning star appears over the mountains. In the end, the song speaks to the beauty and mystery of the universe, as well as the power of our memories to connect us to the past, present, and future.


Line by Line Meaning

One night last summer we were camped at ten thousand feet up where the air is clear, high in the Rockies of Lost Lake, Colorado.
Last summer we camped at a height of ten thousand feet, where the air was crystal-clear in the Rockies of Lost Lake, Colorado.


And as the fire burned low and only a few glowing embers remained, we laid on our backs all warm in our sleeping bags and looked up at the stars.
As the fire burned low and a few embers were left, we were all warm in our sleeping bags, and we gazed at the stars while lying on our backs.


And as I felt myself falling into the vastness of the Universe, I thought about things, and places, and times.
As I was immersed in the vastness of the Universe, I pondered on the thoughts, places, and times.


I thought about the time my grandma told me what to say when I saw the evening star. You know, Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.
A memory flashed-in when my grandma taught me a wish to make while observing the evening star, with the words 'Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.'


The air is crystal-clear up here; that's why you can see a million stars.
You can witness millions of stars because of the clear, crystalline air at this height.


I remember a time a bunch of us were in a canyon of the Green River in Wyoming; it was a night like this.
I recollected a memory when a group of us were in a canyon of the Green River in Wyoming, and it was a night resembling this.


And we had our rafts pulled up on the bank an' turned over so we could sleep on 'em, and one of the guys from New York said, 'Hey! Look at the smog in the sky! Smog clear out here in the sticks!' And somebody said, 'Hey, Joe, that's not smog; that's the Milky Way.' Joe had never seen the Milky Way.
We had our rafts turned over on the bank, where we slept, and one of the guys from New York mistook the Milkey Way for smog while someone pointed out it's the former. Joe was observing the Milky Way for the first time.


And we saw the Northern Lights once, in the Bitterroot Mountains of Montana. They're like flames from some prehistoric campfire, leaping and dancing in the sky and changing colors. Red to gold, and blue to violet... Aurora Borealis.
We saw Aurora Borealis once in the Bitterroot Mountains of Montana. The sight was like flames from prehistoric campfires that danced in the sky, changing colors from red to gold and blue to violet.


It's like the equinox, the changing of the seasons. Summer to fall, young to old, then to now. And then tomorrow...
It's comparable to the equinox, signifying a transition between two seasons, from summer to fall, youth to old age, then, present to future.


And then everyone was asleep, except me. And as I saw the morning star come up over the mountains, I realized that life is just a collection of memories. And memories are like starlight: they go on forever.
Everyone was asleep except me as I saw the morning star over the mountains. I had an epiphany that life is a collection of memories, and just like starlight, they'll exist forever.




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Written by: CURT KIRKWOOD

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