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Текст (слова) песни: Jethro Tull - Rover
I chase your every footstep
And I follow every whim.
When you call the tune Im ready
To strike up the battle hymn.
My lady of the meadows ---
My comber of the beach ---
Youve thrown the stick for your dogs trick
But its floating out of reach.
The long road is a rainbow and the pot of gold lies there.
So slip the chain and Im off again ---
Youll find me everywhere. Im 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.
Im simple in my sadness,
Resourceful in remorse.
Then Im 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 Im lost and Im losing
The thread that holds me down.
And Im up hot and rising
In the lights of every town.
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