The Robin

1. There came to my window one morning in spring,
A sweet little robin, she came there to sing.
The tune that she sang, it was prettier far
Than any I heard on the flute or guitar.

2. Her wings she was spreading to soar far away.
Then resting a moment seemed sweetly to say,
“Oh happy, how happy the world seems to be,
Awake, dearest child, and be happy with me.”