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 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 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 as I pour glass after glass I'll lift it high And give a hearty toast to life