April come she will

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