April Come She Will

April Come She Will

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