Текст песни
Evening falls, the jazz plays on
This rhythm brings us close as one
In the window’s dim, soft light
Life fades gently from my sight
Aged within the bottle’s hold
You find a peace of quiet gold
I pour it slow, with steady hand
To let my soul sing through the land
Old whiskey, friend so true and dear
I close the circle, drawing near
Oak and honey, rich and tart
No more lies within my heart
Notes are weeping from the horn
To you I’ve come, as if reborn
Silence fills this quiet pub
Save for the music’s gentle throb
Amber gleam upon the glass
The finest thing to come to pass
A master’s hand, in days of old
Created this ideal of gold
Old whiskey, friend so true and dear
I close the circle, drawing near
Oak and honey, rich and tart
No more lies within my heart
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