Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Eva Noblezada
Vocals
Jewelle Blackman
Vocals
Yvette Gonzalez-Nacer
Vocals
Kay Trinidad
Vocals
Liam Robinson
Accordion
Robinson Morse
Bass
Marika Hughes
Cello
Michael Chorney
Guitar
Dana Lyn
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anaïs Mitchell
Composer
Liam Robinson
Vocal Arranger
Michael Chorney
Orchestrator
Todd Sickafoose
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anaïs Mitchell
Producer
Brandon Chevere
Assistant Engineer
Matt Soares
Assistant Engineer
Neal Shaw
Assistant Engineer
David Lai
Producer
Mara Isaacs
Co-Producer
Alan Douches
Mastering Engineer
Todd Sickafoose
Producer
Isaiah Abolin
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Eurydice was a hungry young girl
A runaway from everywhere she'd ever been
She was no stranger to the world
No stranger to the wind
Weather ain't the way it was before
Ain't no spring or fall at all anymore
It's either blazing hot or freezing cold
Any way the wind blows
And there ain't a thing that you can do
When the weather takes a turn on you
'Cept for hurry up and hit the road
Any way the wind blows
(Wind comes up, ooh)
Do you hear that sound
(Wind comes up, move) to another town
Ain't nobody gonna stick around
When the dark clouds roll
Any way the wind blows
You met the Fates
Remember them (anybody got a match?)
Always singing in the back of your mind (gimme that)
Wherever it was, this young girl went
The fates were close behind
People turn on you just like the wind
Everybody is a fair-weather friend
In the end you're better off alone
Any way the wind blows
When your body aches to lay it down
When you're hungry and there ain't enough to go 'round
Ain't no length to which a girl won't go
Any way the wind blows
(Wind comes up ooh) and sometimes you think
(Wind comes up, you) would do anything
Just to fill your belly full of food
Find a bed that you could fall into
Where the weather wouldn't follow you
Wherever you go
Any way the wind blows
Now Orpheus was the son of a muse
And you know how those muses are
Sometimes they abandon you
And this poor boy
He wore his heart out on his sleeve
You might say he was naive to the ways of the world
But he had a way with words
And the rhythm and the rhyme
And he sang just like a bird up on a line
And it ain't because I'm kind
But his mama was a friend of mine
And I liked to hear him sing
And his way of seeing things
So I took him underneath my wing
And that is where he stayed
Until one day
Writer(s): Anais Mitchell
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