Whisky on the Way
In the corner there's a cupboard made by my father
From some driftwood that washed up in the bay
On the second shelf you'll find a special bottle
That I've kept for you: a drop of the best
Take it with you to the church
Hide it in your pocket while you pray
Take it with you on your long walk west
It will refresh you when you rest
When you carry my body to the west side
Following the cairns along the way
I hope that you'll see golden eagles soaring overhead
I hope that you'll be chuckling about something I once said
When you carry my body to the west side
I hope you have good weather on the day
Think about the coffin road as my road home
And have a tot of my whisky on the way
All our lives we have argued with this grudging earth
For what we earn by constant toil
The turf and stones to build our homes, the peat to warm them
All must be wrested from the land
Now all I ask is a place to find some peace
But the east side won't give six feet of soil
So my friends must make a bed for me underneath the machair
I will sleep there in the sand
When you carry my body to the west side
Stopping at the cairns along the way
I hope that you'll be warmed by what I've left for you to bring
I hope that you'll be singing some old song I used to sing
When you carry my body to the west side
I hope you have good weather on the day
Think about the coffin road as my road home
And have a tot of my whisky on the way
Oh my brothers, my sons and my grandsons,
My nephews, my cousins and my friends
We men have worked together,
dug together, sheared together, fished together,
Hauled together, built together, and more:
We have smoked together,
drunk together, laughed together, grieved together,
We'll be together at the end
When you take my weight in those good strong hands
Which supported me so many times before
When you carry my body to the west side
Adding to the cairns along the way
I hope the heather's purple, I hope the sky is blue
I hope that what is best in me will somehow stay with you
When you carry my body to the west side
I hope you have good weather on the day
Think about the coffin road as my road home
And have a tot of my whisky on the way
Have a tot of my whisky
Have one last drink with me
Have a tot of my whisky on the way
From some driftwood that washed up in the bay
On the second shelf you'll find a special bottle
That I've kept for you: a drop of the best
Take it with you to the church
Hide it in your pocket while you pray
Take it with you on your long walk west
It will refresh you when you rest
When you carry my body to the west side
Following the cairns along the way
I hope that you'll see golden eagles soaring overhead
I hope that you'll be chuckling about something I once said
When you carry my body to the west side
I hope you have good weather on the day
Think about the coffin road as my road home
And have a tot of my whisky on the way
All our lives we have argued with this grudging earth
For what we earn by constant toil
The turf and stones to build our homes, the peat to warm them
All must be wrested from the land
Now all I ask is a place to find some peace
But the east side won't give six feet of soil
So my friends must make a bed for me underneath the machair
I will sleep there in the sand
When you carry my body to the west side
Stopping at the cairns along the way
I hope that you'll be warmed by what I've left for you to bring
I hope that you'll be singing some old song I used to sing
When you carry my body to the west side
I hope you have good weather on the day
Think about the coffin road as my road home
And have a tot of my whisky on the way
Oh my brothers, my sons and my grandsons,
My nephews, my cousins and my friends
We men have worked together,
dug together, sheared together, fished together,
Hauled together, built together, and more:
We have smoked together,
drunk together, laughed together, grieved together,
We'll be together at the end
When you take my weight in those good strong hands
Which supported me so many times before
When you carry my body to the west side
Adding to the cairns along the way
I hope the heather's purple, I hope the sky is blue
I hope that what is best in me will somehow stay with you
When you carry my body to the west side
I hope you have good weather on the day
Think about the coffin road as my road home
And have a tot of my whisky on the way
Have a tot of my whisky
Have one last drink with me
Have a tot of my whisky on the way
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Newton Fish
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.