Prompt / Lyrics
(Intro) (Slower, emotional. Fiddle lament intro. Soft Irish fiddle melody. Low bagpipe drone. Quiet male humming.) ⸻ (Verse 1) There’s a seat by the fire nobody claims Still warm with the ghost of old names Photographs in smoke-stained frames And we whisper through the flames Every glass holds memory Of who we were and used to be Some were saints, some ran wild Some were lost when they were still a child ⸻ (Chorus) Whiskey for the lost and found Pour it slow, let it drown All the names we speak out loud All the ones beneath the ground Raise it high, don’t let it fall Tonight we drink for one and all Broken hearts still beat the sound Whiskey for the lost and found (Male choir echoes last line.) ⸻ (Verse 2) Mary left on a midnight train Said she’d write but never came Her laughter lingers in the air Like perfume caught in prayer Danny sailed and never wrote North Sea swallowed up his boat We don’t know how stories end So we drink and call them friend ⸻ (Chorus) Whiskey for the lost and found Pour it slow, let it drown All the names we speak out loud All the ones beneath the ground Raise it high, don’t let it fall Tonight we drink for one and all Broken hearts still beat the sound Whiskey for the lost and found ⸻ (Instrumental Break) (Blazing emotional bagpipes carry melody. Fiddle weaves harmony. Choir humming low drone.) ⸻ (Verse 3) Some of us are halfway gone Smiling wide but barely strong Fighting wars no one can see Underneath the revelry If you’re drowning in the dark Come sit close and share a spark There’s mercy in a shared refrain There’s healing in the pouring rain ⸻ (Chorus) Whiskey for the lost and found Pour it slow, let it drown All the names we speak out loud All the ones beneath the ground Raise it high, don’t let it fall Tonight we drink for one and all Broken hearts still beat the sound Whiskey for the lost and found ⸻ (Bridge- Choir heavy, half-time) We are more than what we’ve lost More than failure, pain, and cost In this room no soul’s alone Every grief has found a home ⸻ (Verse 4) When my name’s an empty chair And smoke still lingers in the air Sing me loud and pass it round Let my memory be your sound ⸻ (Final Chorus- Huge emotional swell) Whiskey for the lost and found Pour it slow, let it drown All the names we speak out loud All the ones beneath the ground Raise it high, don’t let it fall Tonight we drink for one and all Broken hearts still beat the sound Whiskey for the lost and found ⸻ (Outro) (Fiddle solo fades into soft bagpipe sustain. Male choir humming final note. Glass clink sound.)
Tags
Emotional Celtic ballad; soulful fiddle, swelling pipes, deep male harmonies, heartfelt pub lament.
Duration
4:33
Instrumental
No
Created
3/1/2026