Текст песни JETHRO TULL - Rover
JETHRO TULL - Rover слова песни
Текст песни JETHRO TULL - Rover
I chase your every footstepand I follow every whim.When you call the tune I'm readyto 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.So slip the chain and I'm off again ***You'll find me everywhere. I'm a Rover.As the robin craves the summerto hide his smock of red,I need the pailow of your hairin which to hide my head.I'm simple in my sadness;resourcefool in remorse.Then I'm down straining at the lead ***holdin on a windward course.