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Legend Of The Robin's Red Breast

Song Author Preston Blanche og Bradley Kincaid Performer: Cowboy Copas Submitted by: Anonymous

[G]Oh have you heard this story it [C]happened long [G]ago  
When [C]Christ our blessed [G]Savior was [A7]here on earth [D7]below
An [G]echo through the ages from [C]distant Cal[G]vary
I'll [C]tell it to you [G]simply as [D7]it was told to [G]me  

It [C]breathes the blessed [G]teaching of [D7]God's own holy [G]word
A [C]lesson taught in [G]meekness by a [D7]lowly little [G]bird

When Jesus hung in sorrow our [C]debt of shame to [G]pay  
No [C]one was there to [G]comfort or [A7]wipe His tears [D7]away   
A [G]little bird flew near Him in [C]sober coat of [G]brown
And [C]gazed in tender [G]pity then [D7]slowly fluttered [G]down

With gentle wings it fanned Him to [C]cool His aching [G]head
And [C]hovered near His [G]bosom all [A7]stained with deepest [D7]red   
At [G]last when all was ended [C]as if to morn his [G]loss
It [C]rose with blood stained [G]feathers and [D7]circled around the [G]cross

It [C]breathes the blessed [G]teaching of [D7]God's own holy [G]word
A [C]lesson taught in [G]meekness by a [D7]lowly little [G]bird

It flew away in sadness and [C]to this day tis [G]said
It [C]wears upon its [G]bosom that [A7]stain of crimson [D7]red   
When [G]I shall cross the valley and [C]go to seek my [G]rest
May [C]I wear like the [G]robin God's [D7]sign upon my [G]breast

It [C]breathes the blessed [G]teaching of [D7]God's own holy [G]word
A [C]lesson taught in [G]meekness by a [D7]lowly little [G]bird


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 breathes the blessed teaching of God's own holy word
A lesson taught in meekness by a lowly little bird

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

It breathes the blessed teaching of God's own holy word
A lesson taught in meekness by a lowly little bird

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