I go back in time to a long gone Spring
To where i last heard the male robin sing
On the tall cypress tree by the garden wall
Such memories are always a joy to recall
Does a descendant of the bird by my first home far away
Sing upon that old tree in the warmth of the May
When the dipper does sing in the silver tongued rill
That babbles to the river from the field by the hill?
The past may be gone but the memories remain
And in fancy i walk in the old fields again
With Pudsy the dog when i was a young boy
Such happy reflections i have to enjoy
The mentors of my young years to the forever gone
And time has left me older and it keeps ticking on
But on the tall cypress tree in the drizzling Spring rain
The song of the robin in my mind i retain
My fate will be the same as the sheep or the cow
And the past it has gone i must live in the now
But the memory to me some pleasure does bring
Of the song of the robin in a far away Spring
To where i last heard the male robin sing
On the tall cypress tree by the garden wall
Such memories are always a joy to recall
Does a descendant of the bird by my first home far away
Sing upon that old tree in the warmth of the May
When the dipper does sing in the silver tongued rill
That babbles to the river from the field by the hill?
The past may be gone but the memories remain
And in fancy i walk in the old fields again
With Pudsy the dog when i was a young boy
Such happy reflections i have to enjoy
The mentors of my young years to the forever gone
And time has left me older and it keeps ticking on
But on the tall cypress tree in the drizzling Spring rain
The song of the robin in my mind i retain
My fate will be the same as the sheep or the cow
And the past it has gone i must live in the now
But the memory to me some pleasure does bring
Of the song of the robin in a far away Spring
