Raise your glass high And share with me in my joys and grievings I toast to the mountains and valleys To the future and the days gone by I invite you in with good humor and levity All I have is yours and I pray that you drink deeply My cup has been emptied So I may see what it tastes like to be free Cause for so long this glass has owned me Focused on the chalice rather than what it contained So I gave all of worth to the needy and the rest to the sea Then I looked around at all of the beautiful things that I had gained What can a glass speak of its contents And can it boast at its filling? What else could it do but mutter a quiet thanks So it is that I look forward to my spillings For I am sure that such times are the only thing steadying my hands from their violent shaking So with gladness in my heart and hope in my eyes I drink to my fill of Your celebration wine And as I pour glass after glass I’ll lift it high (I’ll lift You high) And give a hearty toast to lifeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
