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. Cause I'm a 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 thrown the sti...
