Well,
I'm singing an honour song
for a never -born brother
Who gives me the look
of one fatherless man to another
Who reckons his pain to be
deeper and sweeter than other s
I'm singing an honour song
with all the love I can muster
Where once was a corn
and it gladdened the Lord
Now there's only disharmony reigning
It takes a long toss of cup after cup
of the poison of family draining
Far better indeed for him to be down
on the bosom of company leaning
Remembering a time
when it all was so fine
and the world seemed to gleam with
new meaning
With all of the wine and the whiskey
a -flowing, flowing with it
He was no use to the women
who crowded lovingly round him
With all of the wine and the whisky
a -flowing within him
He was no use to the women
who crowded lovingly round him
With all of the universe
growing so grim
He flings a long home
and a loan for his body to mouldring
And shudders to hear
his obituary
babbled by children
Chilled by their laughter,
how in its endless unfolding
With all of the wine and the whisky
a -flowin', flowin'
He was no use to the women
who crowded lovingly around him
With all of the wine and the whisky
a -flowin', wellin'
He was no use to the wo men
who crowded lovingly around him.