last night, I went to bed in winter
this morn, awoke in spring
my heart long chilled, alone and dark
what warmth did robin bring

the sun, once more, lit up the sky
the clouds began to go
my robin's song, a joyous note
and hope began to grow

I do not know what may come next
or songs we're yet to sing
I'm only sure my lonely heart
was waiting for the spring

the heat of summer beckons now
while spring is still not here.
bobbing close with promises
my little robin, dear.

soon autumn will be calling me,
then winter's chilling frost.
and robin will be leaving here
I love at my own cost.

for winter’s tale will yet be told.
though spring did never come.
my robin has flown home today
with songs still left unsung.

I thought that I would grieve his loss
and passing of the spring.
perhaps my heart alone again
would cease to want to sing.

but robin, gone, remains with me
his song still fills my heart
and spring will come again one day
it’s own light to impart.

remember me, my robin dear
my love for you was true.
and should you find your way back here
know I would welcome you.


© Nancy Anderson 2003

coda:

spring returns most every year
but robin does not come.
the snow must melt away alone
and songs are still unsung.

he spread his wings and flew away
I watched for his return.
through winter's dark and coldest night
for spring's warmth did I yearn.

I'm glad, you know, if he finds love,
someone to fill his heart.
but deep inside my soul I weep
because we're far apart.

I always knew that spring must end
and robin had to leave.
I held on to the dream too long
I wanted to believe.

goodbye my love, my robin dear
your path be strong and true.
though we may sing no more this life
I will remember you.


© Nancy Anderson 2005