Intro: April, come she will, When streams are ripe and swelled with rain. May, she will stay, Resting in my arms again. Same as Intro: 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. Same as Intro: August, die she must. The autumn winds blow chilly and cold. September, I'll remember. A love once new has now grown old.