The way I feel is like a robin
Ho's babes I've flown to Condor Mall
Like a tallow tree alone and crying
The babes I flown and the beds

Now I'm all alone
And is like a young bird
In a tallow tree
Like a young men's heart
Among his mind you'll find her missing
When the nights are cold
She's warm and dry

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Writer(s): Gordon Lightfoot