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
April come she will
When streams are ripe and
swelled with rain
September I'll remember
A love once
new has now grown old