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