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