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