Robin Lyrics

In the morning sun

Her feathers glisten bright

Her work is never done

Always on another flight

You may not always see

What she does in quiet

But she's always there

Singing soft to me

A gently swaying tree

Her nest of humble twigs

A flutter of her wings

As she adds another sprig

Taking what's around

To build a place for feathers

For tiny wings

Coming in the spring

Folks call her Robin

Robin's not at home today

She's out soaking up her color

That she passes on to little ones

Stealing bits of sky

In her wings as she flies

And she never tires

And she never tires

She never shows a doubt

Her confidence is clear

Doesn't wonder what

Is beyond the things so near

Still she sings a song

A little life contented

A melody

That puts the world at ease

Folks call her Robin

Robin's not at home today

She's out soaking up her color

That she passes on to little ones

Stealing bits of sky

In her wings as she flies

And she never tires

And she never tires

When snow begins to fall

She travels all about

But still her pattern weaves

As each year just spins around

Near my window pane

Once again she's nesting

Her splendor shines

In ordinary things

Folks call her Robin

Robin's not at home today

She's out soaking up her color

That she passes on to little ones

Stealing bits of sky

In her wings as she flies

And she never tires

And she never tires

Folks call her Robin

Robin's not at home today

She's out soaking up her color

That she passes on to little ones

Stealing bits of sky

In her wings as she flies

And she never tires

And she never tires

And she never tires

And she never tires