Lyric 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.