What Kind of Bird Is That

(Hank Cochran)



What kind of bird is that

The one with the bright red breast

I know it can't, just can't be the robin

'Cause my love is not back yet.



The one I love and wanted to marry

Had to leave before she became my bride

But she said she'd return before the robin would return

And thern together we'd spend our lives.



And she said she'd return along before the robin return

And together we'd watch the leaves turn green

She showed me then just how much she love me

And she and I and the robin can spend the spring.



So what kind of bird is that

The one with the bright red breast

I know it can't, just can't be the robin

'Cause my love is not back yet.



So who could be playin' tricks on me

By the time that I relax and countin' leaves

That can't be a spring yeah surely that can't be

Cause the one I love she's not with me.



Oh, what kind of bird is that

The one with the bright red breast

I know it can't, just can't be the robin

'Cause my love is not back yet...