Rolling Home Songtext
von Bob Fox

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


Now the gentry in their fine array
They prosper night and morn
While we unto the fields must go
To plough and sow their corn
The rich will steal the power
But the glory′s all our own

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

Now the frost it′s on the hedgerow
And 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
When we go rolling home
Rolling home
When we go rolling home
When we go rolling, rolling
When we go rolling home


Now the summer of resentment
The winter of despair
The journey to contentment
It's set with trap and snare
Stand true and stand together
Your labour′s all your own

And we'll go rolling home
And we′ll go rolling home
Rolling home
And we'll go rolling home
And we′ll go rolling, rolling
And we'll go rolling home

So pass the bottle round boys
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
When we go rolling home
Rolling home
When we go rolling home
When we go rolling, rolling
When we go rolling home
Rolling home
When we go rolling home
When we go rolling, rolling
When we go rolling home

Rolling home