There's a robin singing in the old pine tree
Spring is coming o'er the hills
In a nest for two
You'll find two eggs of blue
Papa robin's all a thrill

Soon there'll be more robins in the old pine tree
And when spring is over you will see
'Neath the shady pine
A nest that's yours and mine
Where the robin's singing in the old pine tree

Winter and snow and the cold winds that blow
Through the chinks of my cabin at dawn
For a warm gentle breeze stirs the leaves in the trees
As it bares to my ears this sweet song

There's a robin singing in the old pine tree
Spring is coming o'er the hills
In a nest for two
You'll find two eggs of blue
Papa robin's all a thrill

Soon there'll be more robins in the old pine tree
And when spring is over you will see
'Neath the shady pine
A nest that's yours and mine
Where the robin's singing in the old pine tree