Whiskey & Clover V2

In a pub where the laughter grows loud With a pint and a friend in the crowd There's a bottle stained gold like the sun Filled with stories of nights that we spun By the hills where the green meets the sky Where the rivers run free then they lie We'd gather by bonfire light Passing round Johnny's best for a night Whiskey and clover the two we hold dear With each sip brotherhood appears From Dublin to Cork it's the same Whiskey flows and we laugh through the pain O'Connor would sing Danny Boy While young Maeve would dance full of joy With each tilt of the glass we'd find Another sweet memory in mind When the rain beats down hard on the roof And the wind makes it shake like the truth We huddle and toast to the past Knowing these moments forever will last Whiskey and clover the two we hold dear With each sip brotherhood appears From Dublin to Cork it's the same Whiskey flows and we laugh through the pain