We Raise Our Cups

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