The north wind doth blow
The north wind doth blow
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then, poor thing?
He'll sit on a twig,
And we'll feed him some bread,
And he'll sing to say 'Thank you, my friends',
Poor thing!
The north wind doth blow
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then, poor thing?
He'll sit on a twig,
And we'll feed him some bread,
And he'll sing to say 'Thank you, my friends',
Poor thing!
