Rover Lyrics

I chase your every footstep
    and I follow every whim.
When you call the tune I'm ready
    to strike up the battle hymn.
My lady of the meadows
My comber of the beach
You've thrown the stick for your dog's trick
    but it's floating out of reach.
The long road is a rainbow and the pot of gold lies there.
So slip the chain and I'm off again.
You'll find me everywhere.  I'm a Rover.

As the robin craves the summer
    to hide his smock of red,
I need the pillow of your hair
    in which to hide my head.
I'm simple in my sadness;
    resourceful in remorse.
Then I'm down straining at the lead
    holding on a windward course.

Strip me from the bundle
    of balloons at every fair:
    coluorful and carefree
designed to make you stare.
But I'm lost and I'm losing
    the thread that holds me down.
And I'm up hot and rising
    in the lights of every town.