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 dream, 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 long 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 ...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
