Lyrics
Verse 1
In the twilight of the evening, where the shadows softly creep,
My father took me to a place where the spirits never sleep,
By the river’s edge, where the old oak trees stand tall,
He showed me a holy ground where the memories never fall.
Chorus
On that sacred ground, where the whiskey's warmth flows deep,
I remember my father’s voice and the secrets we would keep,
In the dark whiskey’s burn, and the echoes of the past,
That holy place remains, where our souls are cast.
Verse 2
We’d sit by the fire, with the moon hanging low,
He’d pour a glass of whiskey, let the memories flow,
In the dark of the night, with the stars shining bright,
That sacred ground whispered truths in the flickering light.
Chorus
On that sacred ground, where the whiskey's warmth flows deep,
I remember my father’s voice and the secrets we would keep,
In the dark whiskey’s burn, and the echoes of the past,
That holy place remains, where our souls are cast.
Bridge
The guitar’s mournful cry, like the wind through the trees,
Plays the song of my father, in the rustling leaves,
Each note’s a memory, a story told in pain,
Of a sacred place and whiskey, where the heartaches wane.
Verse 3
The years have rolled on, and the old oak trees have grown,
The river still flows, but I face it alone,
With a glass of dark whiskey, I walk that sacred ground,
In its holy embrace, my father’s love is found.
Chorus
On that sacred ground, where the whiskey's warmth flows deep,
I remember my father’s voice and the secrets we would keep,
In the dark whiskey’s burn, and the echoes of the past,
That holy place remains, where our souls are cast.
Outro
As the night fades away and the morning light appears,
I raise my glass to the past and the love that still adheres,
On that sacred ground, where the whiskey's burn so sweet,
I find my father’s spirit, in every heartbeat.
