Rituals
When words have been repeated
Chosen and refined
When spoken I am one of many
Linked in space and time
Tradition has engraved them
Upon every culture of the world
Our rituals unite us
They may have been misused
We've sacrificed our own
To our unholy rituals
Some I like just fine
Like the toasting of you and me
I raise my glass and wish you well
'Til once again we meet
In birth and life, in troubles and pain
In love and joy we gather again
Every measure of time, on the day that I die
I'll raise my glass again
In birth and life, in troubles and pain
In love and joy we gather again
Every measure of time, on the day that I die
I'll raise my glass again
Our rituals unite us
Like the patterns of a drum
A polyrhythmic web of life
Interwoven as one
Rituals bring reverence
To each important time
Our swords are left out at the door
As we gather kind with kind
In birth and life, in troubles and pain
In love and joy we gather again
Every measure of time, on the day that I die
I'll raise my glass again
In birth and life, in troubles and pain
In love and joy we gather again
Every measure of time, on the day that I die
I'll raise my glass again
In birth and life, in troubles and pain
In love and joy we gather again
Every measure of time, on the day that I die
I'll raise my glass again
I'll raise this glass again
Chosen and refined
When spoken I am one of many
Linked in space and time
Tradition has engraved them
Upon every culture of the world
Our rituals unite us
They may have been misused
We've sacrificed our own
To our unholy rituals
Some I like just fine
Like the toasting of you and me
I raise my glass and wish you well
'Til once again we meet
In birth and life, in troubles and pain
In love and joy we gather again
Every measure of time, on the day that I die
I'll raise my glass again
In birth and life, in troubles and pain
In love and joy we gather again
Every measure of time, on the day that I die
I'll raise my glass again
Our rituals unite us
Like the patterns of a drum
A polyrhythmic web of life
Interwoven as one
Rituals bring reverence
To each important time
Our swords are left out at the door
As we gather kind with kind
In birth and life, in troubles and pain
In love and joy we gather again
Every measure of time, on the day that I die
I'll raise my glass again
In birth and life, in troubles and pain
In love and joy we gather again
Every measure of time, on the day that I die
I'll raise my glass again
In birth and life, in troubles and pain
In love and joy we gather again
Every measure of time, on the day that I die
I'll raise my glass again
I'll raise this glass again
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Writer(s): Binyamin Bair-moshe
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