Down in the cellars of Jean Luis Chave
All the shadows are leaving
Bottles lying asleep in the caves
You'll see history breathing
From Cote Rotie down to Hermitage
The vines are trellised in evening
In the cellars of Jean Luis 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 Cote Rotie down to Hermitage
The vines are trellised in evening
In the cellars of Jean Luis Chave
You'll see history breathing