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What kind of bird is that
The one with the bright red breast?
I know it can't, 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 returned
And together we'd spend our lives.

She promised she'd return a long before the robin returned
And together we'd watch the leaves turn green
She'd show me then just how much she loved me
And she and I and the robin would start the spring.

But 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.

I wonder who could be playin' tricks on me
By plantin' lilacs and paintin' leaves
That comes with the spring and surely that can't be
'Cause the one I love is not back with me.

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

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