Rover

Lyrics for 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.