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