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 walk she'll prowl the night.
July -- she will fly,
And give no warning to her flight.
August -- die she must.
The autumn winds blow chilling cold.
September -- I'll remember
A love once new has now grown old.
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 walk she'll prowl the night.
July -- she will fly,
And give no warning to her flight.
August -- die she must.
The autumn winds blow chilling cold.
September -- I'll remember
A love once new has now grown old.