Amidst the changing seasons,
Beneath the chestnut tree,
Is where I met sweet Robin,
He's waiting there for me,
I lie here in the sunshine,
This place I love to rest,
For he's right there beside me,
Such red upon his chest.
Oh Robin, sweet Robin,
Why don't you stay?
Oh Robin, sweet Robin,
Don't fly away!
Jayne Louise Davies
Sweet Robin, you're made sweeter by this lovely poem of Jayne.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem... just beautiful. Loved it