Rolling Wheels

Rolling Wheels

 

Rolling wheels across the desert

Oh how happy we will be,

When we reach old Miserata

On the road to Tripoli.

Rocky mountains of Takrouna

Where Ngarimu sleeps so still

For his courage we'll remember

Ngarimu's victory hill.

From Orsogna's sunny mountains

To Cassino's blood and hell;

On to the Eternal City;

Frosinone, fare thee well!

Rolling wheels across Italia,

'Twill be hard to think it's real,

When the blue Pacific waters

Roll again beneath our keel.

But we always will remember

in the sunshine and the rain

All the pals we left behind us

Who won't be coming home again.