A robin sang on Christmas day
In such a sad and haunting way,
His melody rang down the age
And reappeared in every page.
He sang beneath a shining star
And people heard him near and far,
His haunting music drew them near
On Christmas night so soft and clear.
He sang upon the Roman wall
He watched it rise, and watched it fall,
His song was filled with sad regret
Of mankind’s every lost sunset.
He sang upon the tower gate
When London burned with fear and hate,
His breast was burned with crimson fire
By such perverse and dark desire.
His song of love held night at bay
When truce was called on Christmas day,
And all the troops forgot their fight
To watch the robin’s crimson flight.
And now he’s singing on my wall
To ask if I have heard his call,
There are no words for me to say
A robin sang on Christmas day…