The one who plucks the trembling strings within my soul The one who makes me want to sing, who makes me whole This precious gift you gave to me, a gift of love The only thing that sets me free to rise above So sing of sun and sing of rain So sing of joy and sing of pain Orpheus, you are the king of sonic grace Orpheus, you made the word a better place You gave us glory in the way of ancient song With every note we celebrate, it makes us strong The joy and sadness, pride and pain that you evoke The world will never be the same, we have awoke So sing of sun and sing of rain So sing of joy and sing of pain Orpheus, you are the king of sonic grace Orpheus, you made the word a better place But now your love has been taken away Your soul is stricken with grief and dismay Can't find a reason to get through the day You have been given a gift from above So take your hate and replace with love You must keep fighting and never give up