Little robin in the woods
Singing sweet words of wisdom to her children
Saying “Darling, what's your hurry
to trade feathers for soft baby down?”

“For as long as your able
Sing of laughter and childhood and summer.
Here's the lesson I've learned
Blink your eyes, itu0027s no longer around.”

“Don't sing too soon of winter.
Too much twilight can curdle a tune.
Hearts, how they need reminding
Of June, of June, of June.”

Springtime and sunshine
and all that I once took for granted,
Fading, ah fading, fading
Fading away.
Oh robin my love won't you stay?
Won't you stay?
Wonu0027t you stay?