ROLLING HOME

John Tams

Round goes the wheel of fortune, dont be afraid to ride

Theres a land of milk and honey waits on the other side

Therell be peace and there'll be plenty, you'll never need to roam

When we go rolling home, when we go rolling home.

CH   Rolling home, when we go rolling home, when we go rolling, rolling, when we go rolling home.

The gentry in their finery do prosper night and morn

While we into the fields do go to plough & sow the corn

The rich may steal the power, but the glory is our own

As we go rolling home, as we go rolling home.

The summer of resentment, the winter of despair

The journey to contentment is set with trap and snare

Stand true and stand together, your labour is your own

When we go rolling home, when we go rolling home.

The frost is on the hedgerows, the icy winds do blow

While we poor weary labourers, strive through the sleet and snow

Our hopes lie up in glory, up where the larks do go

When we go rolling home, when we go rolling home.

So pass the bottle round and let the toast go free

Heres a health to every labourer wherever he may be

Fair wages now and ever, lets reap what we have sown

When we go rolling home, when we go rolling home.