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.


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