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.
This young thing has such a sweet pure voice. I have long loved this song; it ALWAYS reminds me of Joni and Chris and Leanne. Iriana (above) is so fresh and young...reminds me of how sincere and innocent we were in the days of sitting on the hill 'back the junior high' and floating around town in that brown Buick (?) Leanne drove for a while. Sweet memories.