Down in the cellars of Jean-Louis Chave
All the shadows are leaving
Bottles lying asleep in the caves
You'll see history breathing
From Côte-Rôtie down to Hermitage
The vines are trellised in evening
In the cellars of Jean-Louis Chave
You'll see history breathing
Generations go slipping away now
What can you say now, five hundred years
Lives are written here
Pages on pages, ages on ages
Just disappear
From Côte-Rôtie down to Hermitage
The vines are trellised in evening
Down in the cellars of Jean-Louis Chave
You'll see history breathing
Writer(s): Al Stewart, Laurence Ivor Juber
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