Music in the Morning No. 256 – Roy Bailey

 

Who?

I had never heard of Roy until a few days ago.  I was listening to videos with the same title as one of Roy’s. 

Wow!  Get him in!

I listened, listened and listened much more, even punching the air during the chorus. 

Roy is a socialist folk-singer.  Is there more than one?  For certain, this John Tams song fits with his politics?

Will this touch you?  Have a listen.

 

Roy Bailey                                                                               Rolling Home

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 finery 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, 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 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 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, 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 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, 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, when we go rolling home When we go rolling, rolling, when we go rolling home

 

Were you out your seat? 

Were you left unmoved?

I can’t explain why some songs, music and lyrics, have such a massive effect on me.  I don’t care.  I love being moved and this moved my large frame enormously but that is as nothing alongside the movement in my soul!

One regret.  I don’t know who was playing and singing with Roy.