[ Featuring Anaïs Mitchell, André De Shields, Original Broadway Cast of Hadestown, Amber Gray, Hadestown Original Broadway Company ]
And on the road to hell, there was a lot of waiting
Mm
Waiting
Everybody waiting on a train
Mm
Waiting on a lady with a
Waiting on a train to bring that lady
Mm
Lady
With the suitcase back again
She's never early, always late
Waiting, waiting
These days she never stays for long
But good things come to those who wait
Here she comes!
Well it's like he said, I'm an outdoor girl
And you're late again
Married to the king of the underworld
She forgot a little thing called spring
Are you wondering where I've been?
Yeah, where you been?
I'm wondering
Been to hell, and back again
But like my mama always said (aight)
Brother when you're down, you're down
When you're up, you're up
If you ain't six feet underground, you're livin' it up on top
Let's not talk about hard times
Pour the wine, it's summertime!
'Cause right now we're livin' it
How are we livin' it?
Livin' it, livin' it up
Oh, brother, right here we're livin' it
Where are we livin' it?
Livin' it up on top
Who makes the summer sun shine bright?
That's right, Persephone!
Who makes the fruit of the vine get ripe
Persephone!
That's me
Who makes the flowers bloom again
In spite of a man?
You do!
Who is doing the best she can?
Persephone, that's who
Now some might say
The weather ain't the way it used to be
But let me tell you something
That my mama said to me
You take what you can get
And you make the most of it
So right now we're livin' it
How are we livin' it?
Livin' it, livin' it up
Oh, brother, right here we're livin' it
Where are we livin' it?
Livin' it up on top
It was summertime on the road to hell
Mm
There was a girl who had always run away
Mm
You might say that it was in spite of herself
Mm, mm, mm
That this young girl decided to stay
There was a poor boy with a lyre
Who says times are hard?
The flowers bloomed and the fruit got ripe
And brother for a moment there
Anybody want a drink?
The world came back to life!
Oh
Up on top, we ain't got much
But we're
Livin' it, livin' up
Just enough to fill our cups
Livin' it up on top
Brother pass that bottle around
'Cause we're livin' it, livin' it up
Let the poet bless this round
To the patroness of all of this
Persephone (hear, hear)
Who has finally returned to us, with wine enough to share
Asking nothing in return, except that we should live
And learn to live as brothers in this life
And to trust she will provide
And if no one takes too much
There will always be enough
She will always fill our cups
I will
And we will always raise them up
To the world we dream about
And the one we live in now
'Cause right now we're livin' it
How are we livin' it?
Livin' it, livin' it up
Oh brother, right here we're livin' it
Where are we livin' it?
Listen here, I'll tell you where
We're livin' it up on top
Up on top!
Livin' it up and we ain't gonna stop
Livin' it, livin' it
Livin' it, livin' it
How are we livin' it?
Where are we livin' it?
Livin' it, livin' it
Livin' it, livin' it
Livin' it up on top
