The Lower Road [Acoustic]

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 

I will be rolling on, I will be rolling on...

Well I know that drill, 
I know it all too well 
Starts like a lonely voice 
And shifts to a tolling bell 

Like rain on a dusty ground 
Small bones in the driest well 
The spark breathes a fiery tongue 
And the tongues kiss the cheek of Hell 

I will be rolling on, I will be rolling on
I've had my part to play, 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 lower road 
And it's lonely and it is cold 

And we will be rolling on, We will be rolling on 
We 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...