Paul Robeson - Songs Of Free Men (1997) by Paul Robeson (보컬) on maniadb.com

Far and wide as the eye can wander,
Heath and bog are everywhere.
Not a bird sings out to cheer us.
Oaks are standing gaunt and bare.

Chorus:
We are the peat bog soldiers,
Marching with our spades to the moor.
We are the peat bog soldiers,
Marching with our spades to the moor.

Up and down the guards are marching,
No one, no one can get through.
Flight would mean a sure death facing,
Guns and barbed wire block our view.

Chorus:
We are the peat bog soldiers,
Marching with our spades to the moor.
We are the peat bog soldiers,
Marching with our spades to the moor.

But for us there is no complaining,
Winter will in time be past.
One day we shall rise rejoicing.
Homeland, dear, you're mine at last.

Chorus:
No more the peat bog soldiers
Will march with our spades to the moor.
No more the peat bog soldiers
Will march with our spades to the moor.

Trains rushin', here and there
Flying machines flashin' through the air
Automobiles all shiny and new
Poor folks with nothing else to do

But when I wanna travel
To the soil I plead
I climb on my wagon
And see

Wagon wheels, wagon wheels
Keep on a turnin' wagon wheels
Roll along, sing your song
Carry me over the hill

Go on mule, there's a steamer at the landin'
Waiting for this cotton to load
Go on mule, the boss is understandin'
There's a pasture at the end of each road

Wagon wheels, wagon wheels
Keep on a turnin' wagon wheels
Roll along, sing your song
Wagon wheels, carry me home
Wagon wheels, carry me home