Robin Egg Blue Lyrics - Humor Risk - Cass Mccombs

By all accounts, accounts it's true 

Not that it matters much, much to the blue 

To the blue, to the blue 

Heather Burns went, went to the field 

To gather robin's eggs, eggs for her meal 

For her meal, for her meal 

Walking, she thought about 

A coward, years ago 

"Saint Jude, when will I learn?" 

A snake side-winded 

Across her broken path 

But Heather knew better and thought: 

"What is done is done, done, what's done is done" 

By all accounts, accounts it's fine 

"One egg for Saint Jude, one egg is mine, 

One is mine, one is mine" 

She saw a nest, nest in an elm 

Not-so high, yet another realm 

Another realm, another realm 

Reaching up, she felt 

Two eggs with her fingers 

And lightly picked them out 

And lowering, one fell down 

"One for Jude!", the snake said 

But Heather knew better and thought: 

"What is done is done, done, what's done is done 

Done, what's done is done" 

"Can't we raise the dead anew? 

Call me Robin Egg Blue 

Robin Egg Blue, Robin Egg Blue" 

By all accounts, accounts it's through 

Not that it matters much to Robin Egg Blue 

Robin Egg Blue, Robin Egg Blue 

The snake followed her home 

Along the broken path 

The field needed to be burned 

Inside, she set the egg down 

"Should I have not been hungry?" 

But Heather knew better and thought: 

"What is done is done, done, what's done is done 

Done, what's done is done 

What's done is done, what's done is done 

Done, what's done is done"