Rolling Home (by John Tams)

Here's a good song for winter. There are multiple songs out there called "Rolling Home," and they're all bangers. This one is by John Tams, legendary folk performer, songwriter, actor, and National Theatre creative team member.
Tams wrote this song for a stage adaptation of "Cider with Rosie" in 1983. I've made many small changes in the lyrics without noticing till now. For comparison, this looks to be an accurate version of the song: www.chezfred.or...
Lyrics:
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.
(Chorus:)
Rolling home, (when we go)
Rolling home, (when we go)
Rolling, rolling, when we go rolling home.
The gentry in their fine array
Do prosper night and morn,
While we unto the fields must go
To plow and sow the corn;
The rich may steal the power,
The glory is our own,
When we go rolling home,
When we go rolling home.
(Chorus)
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)
The frost is on the hedgerow,
The icy winds do blow,
While we poor weary labourers
Trudge through the sleet and snow;
Our hopes fly up to glory,
Up where the lark has flown,
When we go rolling home,
When we go rolling home.
(Chorus)
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.
(Chorus)