Roving All Over The Land

from the island of vancouver
to the isle of newfoundland
theres daisys by the wayside
and the pasture's green again
the bluejay on the fence post
has summer in his song
while out on the open highway i thumb my way along

roving all over the land
roving all over the land

with a knapsack on my shoulder
and a flat top by my side
i roam the great north country
and feel so free inside
there stops an old hay wagon
i climb up on the load
where i munch on a big red apple as we jog along the road

roving all over the land
roving all over the land

you'll find me by the river
where the lively otter plays
or asleep by the meadow
where the lazy cattle graze
you'll find me in the backseat
of a car that moves along
to the music of my flat top on an old hitchhikers song

roving all over the land
roving all over the land

here comes an old truck driver
i know by the way he smiles
i'll sing and pick my flat top
for the next 200 miles
and a little voice will tell me
i've made another friend
i'll share his bacon sandwich and i'm on the road again

roving all over the land
roving all over the land

from the island of vancouver
to the isle of newfoundland
theres daisys by the wayside
and the pasture's green again
the bluejay on the fence post
has summer in his song
while out on the open highway i thumb my way along

roving all over the land
roving all over the land
roving all over the land
roving all over the land
roving all over the land