We Raise Our Cups Songtext
von Anaïs Mitchell

Pour the wine and raise a cup
Drink up, brothers, you know how
And spill a drop for Orpheus
Wherever he is now

Some birds sing when the sun shines bright
Our praise is not for them

But the ones who sing in the dead of night
We raise our cups to them


Wherever he is wandering
Alone upon the earth
Let all our singing follow him

And bring him comfort

Some flowers bloom
Where the green grass grows
Our praise is not for them
But the ones who bloom in the bitter snow
We raise our cups to them

We raise our cups and drink them up

We raise ′em high and drink 'em dry

To Orpheus and all of us

Goodnight, brothers, goodnight