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 beyond 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,
'Cause I'm a Rover.

As the robin craves the summer
To hide his smoke of red,
I need the pillow of your hair
In which to hide my head.
I'm simple in my sadness,
resurceful in remorse.
Then I'm down, straining at the lead,
Holding on a windward course.

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,
'Cause I'm a Rover.



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.

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,
'Cause I'm a Rover.