Robin, redbreast, looked down, from her nest and saw the worldFrom a different point of viewShe saw, signs of spring, flowers, and everything looked beautifulGolden and brand newBut hidden somewhere in the tall green grassWere sharp and shiny shards of broken glassAnd she wondered, about what she thought, she knewBlue bird, flying high, almost touched the sky he sang a songAs perfect as the dayDancing, through the breeze, over, tops of trees he left his caresLong ago and far awayBut white and fluffy clouds turned into blackI lost him in between the old smoke stacksAnd I wonder, is he ever coming backJust like you I dream of brighter daysBut it all seems to vanish in the hazeIn my mind I’m free, and I can flyAnd I won’t give up my wings, or stop tryingStarling, black as night, loved to, take to flight and feel the raysOf the coming summer sunFeeling, light as air, never, had a care and every dawnWas like the world had just begunBut summer sun turned into winter rainThe grey in every day seemed just the sameAnd I wonder, if I’ll see him once, againRobin, redbreastRobin, redbreastRobin, redbreast