Oh
Sweet
Red robin, red robin, red robin
Oh where do you go in the spring?
And where do you sleep in the winter?
What sorrowful songs do you sing?
Oh, I tore my skirt on the briars
And I made my bed in the ditch
And I bathed in the bog waters
And I found the house of the witch, the witch
And I found the house of the witch
Oh
Sweet
Red robin, red robin, red robin
Oh where do you go in the spring?
And where do you sleep in the winter?
What sorrowful songs do you sing?
And when I was young, I was wicked
And when I was old, I was wise
A rose grows so red in the thicket
A medicine weed in the wild, the wild
A medicine weed in the wild
Oh
Sweet
Red robin, red robin, red robin
Oh where do you go in the spring?
And where do you sleep in the winter?
What sorrowful songs do you sing?
And when the moon glows in the grasses
The birds all asleep in their trees
The hawthorn is ringed round with dancers
And music lilts out on the breeze
And music lilts out on the breeze
Oh
Sweet
Red robin, red robin, red robin
Oh where do you go in the spring?
And where do you sleep in the winter?
What sorrowful songs do you sing?
Oh
Sweet
