Rise up from your bed of straw, see if you can bend at your bow one last time.
Speak from your wounds and you say you don't care, but you know it'll prey on your mind.
Wherever your arrow it falls to the ground, lay lonesome Robin down one last time.
No more Robin, no more, your outlaw days are over.
It's funny how hot is the sun, now that you can't run away to the shade.
You lie there thinking of the deer you have run, and of all the games you have played.
And wondering what Marion's found to do, it's better than coming to see you one last time.
No more Robin, no more, your outlaw days are over.
When you were a little boy, you had to go to bed early while the sun it still shone.
Just like sleep was the end of the world, and tomorrow would never, never come.
So now lonesome Robin, won't you just close your eyes, and pretend that the sun will still rise one last time.
No more Robin, no more, your outlaw days are over.
Now time's taken your time away, time and deception have whistled you down.
And all of the times that you ever have had, has take to its heels and run.
Hold on to whatever is closest to you, it's all lonesome Robin can do one last time.
No more Robin, no more, your outlaw days are over.
Now time's taken your time away, time and deception have whistled you down.
And all of the times that you ever have had, has take to its heels and run.
Hold on to whatever is closest to you, it's all lonesome Robin can do one last time.