Rover

I chase your 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 leis their.

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', 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 light of every town.