What kind of bird is that
The one with the bright red breast
I know it can't, just can't be the robin
'Cause my love is not back yet.

The one I love and wanted to marry
Had to leave before she became my bride
But she said she'd return before the robin would return
And thern together we'd spend our lives.

And she said she'd return along before the robin return
And together we'd watch the leaves turn green
She showed me then just how much she love me
And she and I and the robin can spend the spring.

So what kind of bird is that
The one with the bright red breast
I know it can't, just can't be the robin
'Cause my love is not back yet.

So who could be playin' tricks on me
By the time that I relax and countin' leaves
That can't be a spring yeah surely that can't be
Cause the one I love she's not with me.

Oh, what kind of bird is that
The one with the bright red breast
I know it can't, just can't be the robin
'Cause my love is not back yet...