Текст песни Jethro Tull - Rover
Jethro Tull - Rover слова песни
I chase your every footstepAnd I follow every whim.When you call the tune Im readyTo strike up the battle hymn.My lady of the meadows ---My comber of the beach ---Youve thrown the stick for your dogs trickBut its floating out of reach.The long road is a rainbow and the pot of gold lies there.So slip the chain and Im off again ---Youll find me everywhere. Im a rover.As the robin craves the summerTo hide his smock of red,I need the pillow of your hairIn which to hide my head.Im simple in my sadness,Resourceful in remorse.Then Im down straining at the lead ---Holding on a windward course.Strip me from the bundleOf balloons at every fair:Colourful and carefree ---Designed to make you stare.But Im lost and Im losingThe thread that holds me down.And Im up hot and risingIn the lights of every town.