Webster's Wheel - Confederate Roses Lyrics

Old and grey we will be some day
A hundred million miles I'll walk till I'm gone
Oh these roads will always be long
I hope till the end we can talk with the wind
A hundred confederate roses on the river bank
Read the thorns like braille then I can tell
What they say I will obey
Walk a hundred miles cause the roads are long
They will be here when I am gone
A hundred million miles we will go
Till our hair is white as snow
A hundred million miles we will go
Till our hair is white as snow
Thirty-two confederate roses by my grave
I hope they can tell of my dismay
Looking for the old man who talks off warts
Gonna find the ole lady to remove these wards
A gypsy curse some may say
My ancestors' price I will surely pay
Just so we can all go on
Walk a hundred miles then I am gone
A hundred million miles we will go
Till our hair is white as snow
A hundred million miles we will go
Till our hair is white as snow
Old and grey we will be some day
I hope till the end we speak with the wind
I hope till the end we speak with the wind
I hope till the end we speak with the wind