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What kind of bird is that |
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The one with the bright red breast |
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I know it just can't be the robin |
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'Cause my love is not back yet |
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The one I love and wanted to marry |
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Had to leave before she became my bride |
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But she said she'd return |
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Before the robin would return |
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And with each other we'd spend our lives |
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And she said she'd return |
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Long before the robin returned |
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And together we'd watch the leaves turn green |
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She showed me then just how much she loves me |
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And she and I and the robin can spend the spring |
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So what kind of bird is that |
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The one with the bright red breast |
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I know it just can't be the robin |
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'Cause my love is not back yet |
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So who could be playin' tricks on me |
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By the time that I relax and countin' leaves |
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That can't be a spring, yeah surely that can't be |
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'Cause the one I love, she's not with me |
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Oh, what kind of bird is that |
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The one with the bright red breast |
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I know it just can't be the robin |
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'Cause my love is not back yet |
