I had a glass of Knockando Ah yes I really did The flames that lived, they were blue As they recalled the red Had a glass of Knockando This is what I said You are the fire, the spirit fire, your soul is burning good Can you hear the cracklin' fire Of the old pine wood Now everywhere that I may roam I'm greiving all the while From the valley where I longst to be I wander in exile Had a glass of Knockando This is what I said You are the fire, the spirit fire, your soul is burning good Can you hear the cracklin' heart Of the old pine wood No can do what I dream of In the dark and bloody ground No can do good for you I'll see you all around Had a glass of Knockando This is what I said You are the fire, the spirit fire, your soul is burning good Can you hear the cracklin' heart Of the old pine wood Go ye to the little black hill Go again you will Enough for me, enough for you And a glass of Knockando Had a glass of Knockando This is what I said You are the fire, the spirit fire, your soul is burning good Can you hear the cracklin' heart Of the old pine wood