April, come sh e wi ll
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain
May, she will sta y
Resting in m y arm s agai n
June, she'll change he r tun e
In restless walks she'l prowl the night
July, she wil l fl y
And leave no warnin g of h er fli ght
August, die sh e must
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold
Sept ember, I'll reme mber
A love once new ha s no w grown old