Текст песни JETHRO TULL - 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 through 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 here.
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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 pailow of your hair
in which to hide my head.
I'm simple in my sadness;
resourcefool in remorse.
Then I'm down straining at the lead ***

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