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