I was telling a friend of mine about the legend of the Robin's red breast. He loved it. I didn't know there was a song about it. How sweet! Let's hear it for the Robin, people! Give it up for the Robin! Legend has it that when Our Lord was dying on the cross, the Robin, then simply brown in colour, flew to his side and sang into his ear in order to comfort Him in His pain.
The Legend of the Robin's Red Breast
Oh have you heard the story,
it happened long ago
When Christ our blessed Savior,
was here on earth below
An echo thru the ages,
from distant Calvary
I'll tell it to you simply,
as it was told to me.
Chorus
It breathes the blessed teaching,
of God's own holy word
A lesson taught in meekness,
by a lowly little bird.
When Jesus hung in sorrow,
our debt of shame to pay
No one was there to comfort,
or wipe His tears away.
A little bird flew near Him,
in sober coat of brown
And gazed in tender pity,
then slowly fluttered down.
Chorus
With gentle wings it fanned Him,
to cool His aching head
And hovered near His bosom,
all stained with deepest red.
At last when all was ended,
as if to mourn His loss
It rose with blood stained feathers,
and circled 'round the cross.
Chorus:
It flew away in sadness and,
till this day 'tis said
It wears upon it's bosom,
that stain of crimson red
When I shall cross the valley,
and go to seek my rest
May I wear like the robin,
God's sign upon my breast.
It breathes the blessed teaching,
of God's own holy word
A lesson taught in meekness,
by a lowly little bird.
Music and lyrics by Bradley Kincaid
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