Down in the Highlands where the cold winds moan
Oak barrels sleep in the dark alone
Years drip by like rain somewhere
And heaven takes its cut from the angel’s share

Dust on the bottles, fire in the grain
Smoke in the valley, ghosts in the rain
Old men swear when the air smells rare
That the angels came down for their share

A little for the sinners
A little for the saints
A little disappears
And no one makes complaint

Hey — raise ‘em up high
To the fire in the air
Hey — raise ‘em up high
To the nights we can’t get back
And the angel’s share

Yeah heaven takes a little
Every single year
A little bit of whiskey
A little bit of tears

Whoa-oh-oh
The angel’s share

Warehouse shadows and a creaking floor
Time keeps knocking on an old oak door
Love burns slow like a peat fire there
Then drifts away in the angel’s share

I had a woman with eyes so wild
Sweet as honey, hard as rye
One night gone like smoke somewhere
Another memory in the angel’s share

A little for the sinners
A little for the saints
A little disappears
And no one makes complaint

Hey — raise ‘em up high
To the fire in the air
Hey — raise ‘em up high
To the nights we can’t get back
And the angel’s share

Yeah heaven takes a little
Every single year
A little bit of whiskey
A little bit of tears

Whoa-oh-oh
The angel’s share

Maybe nothing really lasts forever
Maybe heaven steals the best
Maybe every drop we lose down here
Is just the angels getting blessed

Hey — raise ‘em up high
To the smoke and the prayer
Hey — raise ‘em up high
To the broken souls still hanging there
In the angel’s share

Hey — raise ‘em up high
To the smoke and the prayer
Hey — raise ‘em up high
To the broken souls still hanging there
In the angel’s share

Yeah heaven takes a little
Every single year
A little bit of whiskey
A little bit of tears

But the longer it burns
The smoother it gets
So here’s to the ones
We’ll never forget

Whoa-oh-oh
The angel’s share

Gone like smoke in the air
Gone like smoke in the air
The angel’s share