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 with 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...



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...