Legend Of The Robin's Red Breast 가사

Oh have you heard this story it happened long ago When Christ our blessed Savior was here on earth below An echo through the ages from distant Calvary I'll tell it to you simply as it was told to me 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 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 morn his loss It rose with blood stained feathers and circled around the cross It flew away in sadness and to this day tis said It wears upon its 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