COME back, robin; 

Black eyes and blue eyes 

Are peeping from the window, 

Every morn; 

Baby never saw you, 

Bless the little darling, 

Only just this winter 

She was born. 

Come back, robin, 

Mamma said this morning, 

All the dreary winter 

Had gone by,— 

The long and snowy winter, 

The weary, windy winter, 

O yes, the zero winter, 

Had gone by. 

Come back, robin, 

Up from the south land, 

Where the flowers bloom, 

Happy clime; 

All the little children 

Will be glad to hear you 

Singing in the treetop, 

Any time. 

Mary Brainard.