Текст песни:
The Robin sings in the apple-tree, The black bird swings on the thorn, The day grows old and silence falls, Leaving my heart forlorn… Night brings rest to many a soul Jet mine is dark with woe; Can I forget the days gone by When my love I whispered low? O Robin, and thou black bird brave, My songs of love have died, How could you sing as in by gone days, When she was at my side!