Текст песни The Lower Road - Thea Gilmore

Cut me down
Bury this rosary
Somewhere out of town
Somewhere out by the sea
And take this ring
Give it to Emily
Tell her I'm peaceful now
Tell her I've been released

And I will be rolling on
I will be rolling on

Well, I know that drill
I know it all too well
It starts like a lonely voice
And shifts to a tolling bell
Like rain on the dusty ground
Small bones in the driest well
The sparks breed a fiery tongue
And the tongue's kissed the cheek of hell

And I will be rolling on
I will be rolling on
I've had my part to play
And now I am going home

There's no telling which way, boys
This thing is gonna take hold
From the fruit on a poplar tree
To the bruise 'round a band of gold
From the blood in a far country
To the war of just growing old
We travel a long road
It's lonely and it's cold

But we will be rolling on
We will be rolling on
We've had our part to play
And now we are going home
And we will keep rolling on
And we will keep rolling on
'Cause for every midnight hour
There's always a rising sun

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