Lyrics:

April Come She Will

When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;

May, she will stay,

Resting in my arms again.



June, she'll change her tune,

In restless walks she'll prowl the night;

July, she will fly

And give no warning to her flight.



August, die she must,

The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;

September I'll remember.

A love once new has now grown old