Martha Tilston - Rolling lyrics

I'm rolling We're rolling. And we're rolling, we're rolling, we're rolling downhill And we're rolling....downhill Weaving through the southern roads, to feel again. Just for a harvest moon or so no pig in a pen. And we're rolling, we're rolling, we're rolling...downhill And I like it, I like it, I like you...more still Gather round to watch the hand fasting, drinking our mead. Saw you dancing to the violin, my spirit was free I was rolling, rolling rolling...downhill. And I liked it, I liked it, I like you...more still Why don't we just keep on driving? Never return, never return. Why don't we just keep on driving? Never return, never return. So weaving through the southern roads, and we feel again. Just for a harvest moon or so, no pig in a pen And we're rolling, we're rolling, we're rolling...downhill again. And I like it, I like it, I like you...more still more still