Robin
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A robin perches on my spade,
her breast stained red for sorrow.
Her song pours out like lemonade
she sings, love, like there's no tomorrow'.
Love, love, love like there's no tomorrow.
This bird is to free to come and go,
her own rhythms does she follow.
But every day she lets me know
I should love like there's no tomorrow.
Love, love, love like there's no tomorrow.
The earth she gives me sun and air,
no there's nothing loaned or borrowed.
And all I have is yours, my dear,
for I love you like there's no tomorrow.
Love, love, love like there's no tomorrow.
The world is warm and real and true,
and it's had enough bravado.
It's calling me, it's calling you,
to love like there's no tomorrow.
Love, love, love like there's no tomorrow.