Jethro Tull - Rover текст песни

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.