Salute E Vita

Raise your glasses 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 humour and levity
All I have is yours and I pray that you drink deeply
My cup has been emptied
So I may see, see what it tastes like to be free
'Cause for so long, this glass, 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
That I had gained
What can a glass speak of it’s contents
And can it boast at it’s filling?
What else could it do but mutter a quiet thanks?
So it is that I look forward to my spilling’s
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 it high
I’ll lift it high
I’ll lift it high
And give a hearty toast to life