Interpret:

Jethro Tull

Album:

Heavy Horses

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 for your 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. I'm a Rover. 


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 sadness, 
resourceful in remorse. 
Then I'm down straining at the lead --- 
holding on a windward course. 


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.