Wednesday, 15 February 2012

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.

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