The Lower Road Lyrics

Cut me down, bury this rosary
Somewhere out of town, somewhere out by the sea
And take this ring, give it to Emily
And tell her I′m peaceful now, tell her I've been released

And I will be rollin′ on
I will be rollin' on

Well, I know that drill, I know it all too well
It starts like a lonely voice and shifts to a tollin' bell
Like rain on a dusty ground, small bones in the dry swell
A spark breeds a fiery tongue and the tongues kiss the cheek of Hell

And I will be rollin′ on
I will be rollin′ on
I've had my part to play
Now I am going home

There′s no tellin' 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 of far country to the war just growing old
We travel a low road and it's lonely and it is cold

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