FATHER WHISKY

In the feather you fell, 
I saw you in my dream-well, 
but none of it gave me time to tell.

Goodbye whisky soul, 
don’t get cold, 
tonight’s candlelight, 
in this hand I hold.

Don’t get grey,
or go astray, 
light my light and laugh my way.

Goodbye whisky soul, 
I hope you got told, 
just how good you were to hold.