Lyrics:

Oh, whiskey's the life of man, but whiskey's mostly water
And it's whiskey 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, an old man's thoughts a-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 bottle fly I fell
To the spider in the Blackbush of the old railway hotel
I spun my web from Liffey's walls, to the back room 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, an old man's thoughts a-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 pullin' of the tides, the flash of eyes a-gleamin'
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, an old man's thoughts a-reelin'
Two lovers stealin', the moonlight beamin'
The search for meaning, leads through the dreamin'
Oh, whiskey's the life of man