| Song | Wedding Song |
| Artist | Anaïs Mitchell |
| Album | Hadestown |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| EURYDICE | |
| Lover, tell me if you can | |
| Who’s gonna buy the wedding bands? | |
| Times being what they are | |
| Hard and getting harder all the time | |
| ORPHEUS | |
| Lover, when I sing my song | |
| All the rivers sing along | |
| And they’re gonna break their banks for me | |
| To lay their gold around my feet | |
| All a-flashing in the pan, all to fashion for your hand | |
| The rivers gonna give us the wedding bands | |
| EURYDICE | |
| Lover, tell me, if you’re able | |
| Who’s gonna lay the wedding table? | |
| Times being what they are | |
| Dark and getting darker all the time | |
| ORPHEUS | |
| Lover, when I sing my song | |
| All the trees gonna sing along | |
| And bend their branches down to me | |
| To lay their fruit around my feet | |
| The almond and the apple | |
| And the sugar from the maple | |
| The trees gonna lay the wedding table | |
| EURYDICE | |
| Lover, tell me, when we’re wed | |
| Who’s gonna make the wedding bed? | |
| Times being what they are | |
| Hard and getting harder all the time | |
| ORPHEUS | |
| Lover, when I sing my song | |
| All the birds gonna sing along | |
| And they’ll come flying round to me | |
| To lay their feathers at my feet | |
| And we’ll lie down in eiderdown, | |
| A pillow ’neath our heads | |
| The birds gonna make the wedding bed | |
| And the trees gonna lay the wedding table | |
| And the rivers gonna give us the wedding bands |
| EURYDICE | |
| Lover, tell me if you can | |
| Who' s gonna buy the wedding bands? | |
| Times being what they are | |
| Hard and getting harder all the time | |
| ORPHEUS | |
| Lover, when I sing my song | |
| All the rivers sing along | |
| And they' re gonna break their banks for me | |
| To lay their gold around my feet | |
| All aflashing in the pan, all to fashion for your hand | |
| The rivers gonna give us the wedding bands | |
| EURYDICE | |
| Lover, tell me, if you' re able | |
| Who' s gonna lay the wedding table? | |
| Times being what they are | |
| Dark and getting darker all the time | |
| ORPHEUS | |
| Lover, when I sing my song | |
| All the trees gonna sing along | |
| And bend their branches down to me | |
| To lay their fruit around my feet | |
| The almond and the apple | |
| And the sugar from the maple | |
| The trees gonna lay the wedding table | |
| EURYDICE | |
| Lover, tell me, when we' re wed | |
| Who' s gonna make the wedding bed? | |
| Times being what they are | |
| Hard and getting harder all the time | |
| ORPHEUS | |
| Lover, when I sing my song | |
| All the birds gonna sing along | |
| And they' ll come flying round to me | |
| To lay their feathers at my feet | |
| And we' ll lie down in eiderdown, | |
| A pillow ' neath our heads | |
| The birds gonna make the wedding bed | |
| And the trees gonna lay the wedding table | |
| And the rivers gonna give us the wedding bands |
| EURYDICE | |
| Lover, tell me if you can | |
| Who' s gonna buy the wedding bands? | |
| Times being what they are | |
| Hard and getting harder all the time | |
| ORPHEUS | |
| Lover, when I sing my song | |
| All the rivers sing along | |
| And they' re gonna break their banks for me | |
| To lay their gold around my feet | |
| All aflashing in the pan, all to fashion for your hand | |
| The rivers gonna give us the wedding bands | |
| EURYDICE | |
| Lover, tell me, if you' re able | |
| Who' s gonna lay the wedding table? | |
| Times being what they are | |
| Dark and getting darker all the time | |
| ORPHEUS | |
| Lover, when I sing my song | |
| All the trees gonna sing along | |
| And bend their branches down to me | |
| To lay their fruit around my feet | |
| The almond and the apple | |
| And the sugar from the maple | |
| The trees gonna lay the wedding table | |
| EURYDICE | |
| Lover, tell me, when we' re wed | |
| Who' s gonna make the wedding bed? | |
| Times being what they are | |
| Hard and getting harder all the time | |
| ORPHEUS | |
| Lover, when I sing my song | |
| All the birds gonna sing along | |
| And they' ll come flying round to me | |
| To lay their feathers at my feet | |
| And we' ll lie down in eiderdown, | |
| A pillow ' neath our heads | |
| The birds gonna make the wedding bed | |
| And the trees gonna lay the wedding table | |
| And the rivers gonna give us the wedding bands |