"April Come She Will" lyrics - ERIC JOHNSON

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.