What kind of bird is that the one with the bright red breast
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I know it can't just can't be the robin cause my love is not back yet
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The one I love and wanted to marry had to leave before she became my bride
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But she said she'd return before the robin would return
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And with together we'd spend our lives
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And she said she'd return along before the robin return
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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 love 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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So who could be playin' tricks on me 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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What Kind Of Bird Is That
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| Bobby Bare |
