*closes my blinds so i can dramatically lip-sync to musicals and nobody will know*
Hadestown • Anaïs Mitchell
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 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…













