The frost is on the hedgerow [something something]
While we poor weary travellers
Trudge through the ice and snow
Our hearts go out to Heaven
Let's reap what we have sown
When we go rolling home, when we go rolling home.
This may have an inaccurate word or two; never was too sure. If you think this is the song, I can ask my mom about it. They saw some independent movie about gypsies in which this song was included, and they fell in love with it and used it frequently in performance.