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.
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