Chapel Hill Songtext
von Rosa

When the waves have started to crumble
And the mountains smooth and die
Take me where the road is humble
Where the oldest men have died

And I′ll lay and make my bed there
Midst the beat and treaded roads
Midst the memories of the dead there
Stronger now in lonesome cold


For I ask for not a second
With a comfort in my chest
Instead one million years of wondering
Till I reach my final rest

And I'll lay and make my bed there
Midst the beat and treaded roads
Midst the memories of the dead there
Stronger now in lonesome cold

Every kid must ask the question
Why do all our heroes die?
Did they live to wake in the morning?
Or live to sing under golden skies?


And I′ll lay and make my bed there
Midst the beat and treaded roads
Midst the memories of the dead there
Stronger now in lonesome cold