The north wind doth blow
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then?
Poor thing.
He’ll sit in a barn
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing.
Poor thing.
The north wind doth blow
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then?
Poor thing.
He’ll sit in a barn
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing.
Poor thing.