Robin The Glen
Robin Hood has stolen our hearts but we’ve yet to see him in The Glen
Out in the realm of Fandom he hides without his band of merry men
His secrets he holds close to his breast his whereabouts is unknown
No glimpse of his cloak nor has he a shadow to us shown
But deep in the forest there might be a whisper on the air
A feathery touch upon your face does this mean Robin is near?
Tis only legend some might say…stuff that dreams are made of
But we believe in dreams and we believe in Robin’s love
Oh to be the maid that might catch his eye
Robin’s arrow is sure to be true…oh sigh
Now we wait for he’s bagged our hearts and stolen away
We believe he will come back…he will someday.