[ Featuring Aubrey Swander ]
The cup that holds your wine
Was burned in the potter's oven
And the lute that soothes your spirit
Is wood that was hollowed with knives
And the selfsame well from which laughter rises
Was oftentimes filled with your tears
How else can it be?
Some of you say joy is greater than sorrow
Others say sorrow is greater than joy
I say to you they are inseparable
Together they come
Together they come
How else can it be?
How else can it be?