The Legend of the Robin's Red Breast

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