Answer:
All about the house, with his lady he dances, yet he always works, and never romances.
In the night a mountain, in the morning a meadow.
I can be written, I can be spoken, I can be exposed, I can be broken.
When they are caught, they are thrown away. When they escape, you itch all day.
My tongue hangs out as I run over fields and streets all day. I get tied up every morning and untied at night.
All about, but cannot be seen, Can be captured, cannot be held, No throat, but can be heard. Who am I?