Rolling Home Lyrics

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 Do prosper night and morn While we unto the fields must go To plough and sow their corn The rich may steal the power But the glory's ours alone When we go rolling home (etc) 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 Up where the lark has flown When we go rolling home (etc) The summer of resentment The winter of despair The journey to contentment Is set with trap and snare Stand to and stand together Your labour's yours alone When we go rolling home (etc) So pass the bottle round And let the toast go free Here's a health to every labourer Wherever they may be Fair wages now and ever Let's reap what we have sown When we go rolling home (etc)