If I should n't be alive When the robins come, Give the one in red cravat A memorial crumb.
If I could n't thank you, Being just asleep, You will know I'm trying With my granite lip!
If I should n't be alive When the robins come, Give the one in red cravat A memorial crumb.
If I could n't thank you, Being just asleep, You will know I'm trying With my granite lip!