Rover
(source: "Our Chalet Songbook", Our Chalet Committee, 1981.)

See those clouds, rolling on their way
See those stars, shining so gay
Hear the wind in the tall pine trees
And you'll know exactly why I'm free

Chorus:

I am a Rover, rolling along
Rover, singing a song
I am a Rover, until the day I die
Have few friends, but they are true
The mountains, the flowers, the sea of blue
I'm just a wanderer, never standing still
And I must go onwards to the hills

Through this world I'm bound to roam
Without a bed, a fire or a home
But I have a friend and a friend that is true
And that my comrade, that is you