Oh, whisky's the life of man,
But whisky's mostly water,
And its whisky fuels the worker and
Corrupts his only daughter.
The mountain water in the still
The copper pipes a -steamin'
There'll soon be whiskey in the glass
And dreamers gone to dreamin'
Oh, it's the dreamin'
It's the dreamin'
A young girl's prayer
and old man's thoughts are reelin'
Two lovers stealin',
the moonlight beamin'
Oh, it's the dreamin',
it's the dreamin'
Oh, I met her down in Dublin town
Like a bottled fly I fell
To the spider in the blackbush of
The old railway hotel
I spun my web from Lippy's walls
To the backroom down at Whelan's
But oh, how sweet my poison now
Is drowning in the dreamin'
Oh, it's the dreamin'
It's the dreamin'
A young girl's prayer
and an old man's thoughts are reelin'
Two lovers stealin',
the moonlight beamin'
Oh, it's the dreamin',
it's the dreamin'
Oh, whiskey's made of water,
lads Barley, corn, or malt
And man and woman's
water mixed
With poetry and salt
Bring on the pulling of the tides
The flash of Isaac Lehman
When passion blends the elements
The yeast is but the dreamin'
Oh it's the dreamin', it's the dreamin'
A young girl's prayer
and old man's thoughts are reelin'
To lovers stealing,
the moonlight beaming
The search for meaning,
bleeds through the dreaming
Oh, whiskey's the life of man you