John Tams - Rolling Home Verse:

Round ^Cgoes the wheel of fortune; don't ^Gbe afraid to ^Cride There's a ^Fland of milk and ^Choney waits on the other ^Gside There'll be ^Fpeace and there'll be ^Cplenty; you'll never need to ^Groam When ^Cwe go rolling home, when we go ^Grolling ^Chome.

Chorus:

^CRolling home, when we go ^Frolling ^Ghome When we go ^Crolling, ^Frolling, when ^Cwe go ^Grolling ^Chome

Verse: And the gentry in their fine array do prosper night and morn While we into the fields must go to plough and sow the corn. The rich may steal the power, but the glory's ours alone. When we go rolling home, when we go rolling home. Chorus Verse: The frost lies on the hedgerows 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 larks have flown. When we go rolling home, when we go rolling home. Chorus Verse: 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. Chorus Verse: 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. Lets reap what we have sown. When we go rolling home, when we go rolling home. Chorus

John Tams - Rolling home