 Rover
I chase your every footstep, and follow your every whim...
When you call the tune, I'm ready - to strike-up the battle hymn!
My lady of the meadow, my comber of the beach...
You've thrown the stick, for this dog's trick,
But it's floating out of reach?
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 saddness, resorceful in remorse!
And I''m down straining at the leash, pointing out the way-ward coarse!
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 loosing - the threat that hold's me down,
And I'm up - hot and rising, in the light 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!
I.A. |