Mystery of the Robin

[Verse] A Robin rests on the mistletoe Eyes like whispers no one knows Does he carry a tale from long ago [Prechorus] The air hums soft the secrets fold Of winters past and hearts grown cold [Chorus] Is it the postman in red they see Victorian whispers under the tree Or the bird who dared to ease the thorn Singing the pain of a crown forlorn [Verse 2] Feathers stained like the setting sun Legends woven and never undone A hymn in the frost the story spun [Prechorus] Through branches bare the truth may sway But the Robin sings it anyway [Chorus] Is it the postman in red they see Victorian whispers under the tree Or the bird who dared to ease the thorn Singing the pain of a crown forlorn