[ Featuring The Stonemasons ]
Alright, from the top
The merry wind went a-racing around on the cold old autumn air
Saying I left my shoes someplace, but I can't remember where
The kettle over our fireplace he had not a word to add
Get blowing far away he'd say, if any time for speaking left he had
Ruetide, Ruetide, lack-a-day
His only love is flown away
Ruetide, Ruetide, lack
Lack-a-day
Said the robin to his only love, Oh love, will you marry me
We'll make our nest and we'll take up our rest on the crest of an old sugar maple tree
And I will bring to you string and lace, upon which you can rest your pretty head
And bliss will be our only company when you and I are together one and wed
Ruetide, Ruetide, lack-a-day
His only love is flown away
Ruetide, Ruetide, lack
Lack-a-day
Take it away now boys
And now the clouds are grey above and cold that old winter air
And now I'm grieving from the dawn until the evening, because my nest is bare
I'd bring her strings, I'd bring her flax, I'd bring her twigs, I'd bring her little bits of twine
And crumb of wheat for to merrily eat, if only she were mine
Ruetide, Ruetide, lack-a-day
His only love is flown away
Ruetide, Ruetide, lack
Lack-a-day
Oh that poor robin
