More Than Just a Dram    by R. Laing

Take clear water from the hills and barley from the Lowlands
Take a master craftsman’s skill and something harder to define
Like secrets in the shape of copper stills
Or the slow silent magic work of time

Chorus:
Whiskey, you’re the devil in disguise
At least to some, that’s the way it seems
But you’re more like an angel in my eyes
Catch the heady vapours as they rise
And turn them into dreams

Bring back sherry casks from Spain, Sanlucar de Barrameda
And fill them up again with the spirit of the land
Then let the wood work to the spirit’s gain
In a process no one really understands, Chorus

For the spirits start out clear, but see the transformation
After many patient years, when at last the tale unfolds
All the colours of the season will appear
From palest yellow to the deepest gold, Chorus

So when you hold it in your hand, feel the pulse of one small nation
So much more than just a dram, you can sense it if you will
The people and the weather and the land
All the past into the present is distilled, Chorus