Thea Gilmore - 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 Tell her I'm peaceful now Tell her I've been released 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 spark breeds a fiery tongue And the tongues kiss the cheek of Hell And I will be rolling on I will be rolling on I have had my part to play Now I am going home There's no telling which way, boys This thing is going to 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 lower road And it's lonely and it is cold But we will be rolling on We will be rolling on We've had our part to play Now we are going home We will keep rolling on We will keep rolling on ‘Cause for every midnight hour There's always a rising sun