Jethro Tull - Rover

[Luca Canetti]

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 their
So lip 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.