Red the anger as the sluagh fold your soul deep in their wings A quarter gill man, for page and quill That viscous liquid orange hit the Hospital room floor and glazed my shoes A quarter gill man, for page and quill My clear eyed boy long gone I saw the Windows to your soul awash with yellow A quarter gill man, for page and quill Green was the fairy that would chase away your fears Long your days spent feeling blue as your months tumbled into years Take a drink man, for leaf and ink Indigo the veins that spread like vine across your face You question why I thought it right to enter you in the human race Take a drink man, for leaf and ink That fragrant scent of violet on the breeze that Blows gently through the yard that marks the space Where we laid your bones to rest And they served whisky at your wake