THERE CAME TO MY WINDOW.

1. There came to my window one morning in spring A sweet little robin, she came there to sing; The tune that she sang it was prettier far Than any I heard on the flute or guitar. 2. Her wings she was spreading to soar far away, Then resting a moment seem’d sweetly to say:— “Oh happy, how happy the world seems to be, Awake, little girl, and be happy with me!” 3. But just as she finished her beautiful song, A thoughtless young man with his gun came along; He killed and he carried my robin away, She’ll never sing more at the break of the day.