Jehtro Tull

Rover



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:
  colourful 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.