The Lower Road

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

• Artist:Thea Gilmore
• Album:Liejacker (2008)