Rolling HOME

Round goes the wheel of fortune
don't be afraid to ride
There's a land of milk and honey
waits on the other side
There'll be peace and there'll be plenty
you'll never need to roam
When we go rolling home
when we go rolling home

Rolling home
When we go rolling home
When we go rolling, rolling
When we go rolling home

The gentry in their fine array
they prosper night and morn
While we unto the fields must go
to plough and sow the corn
The rich they steal the power
but the glory's ours alone
When we go rolling home
when we go rolling home

Rolling home
When we go rolling home
When we go rolling, rolling
When we go rolling home

The frost is on the hedgerow
the icy winds do blow
While we poor weary labourers strive
through the driving snow
Our dreams fly up to glory
of where the lark has flown
When we go rolling home
when we go rolling home

Rolling home
When we go rolling home
When we go rolling, rolling
When we go rolling home

The summer of resentment
the winter of despair
The journey to contentment
is set with trap and snare
Stand to and stand together
your labours yours alone
When we go rolling home
when we go rolling home

Rolling home
When we go rolling home
When we go rolling, rolling
When we go rolling home

Pass the bottle round and let the toast go free
Here's a health to every labourer
wherever they may be
Fair wages are now or never
let's reap what we have sown
When we go rolling home
when we go rolling home

Rolling home
When we go rolling home
When we go rolling, rolling
When we go rolling home