Thankful for the Whisky

Some people spend their whole life, trying to find The perfect drug to ease their pain, occupy their mind Can't see the blessings, can't open eyes Never finding the central theme, completing rhyme For me its north country starry sky, no other light around My Father's fishing pond, my sacred ground The hands to play the voice to sing, friends who light the night I'm thankful for the whisky, but i'm grateful for this life Some never realize, they aren't blind Just to occupied to see, that there is time to open eyes For me it's brothers laughing & fire cracking, no other voice around My Father's fishing pond, my sacred ground The hands to play the voice to sing, friends who light the night I'm thankful for the whisky, but i'm grateful for this life Making choice, finding voice Taking risk, unafraid Breaking down, finding ground In peace among the pieces It's my Father's sacred ground The hands to play the voice to sing, friends who light the night I'm thankful for the whisky, but i'm grateful for this life