Eric Johnson
April comes she will - live
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