APRIL COME SHE WILL
Paul Simon 1965
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April come she will
When streams are ripe and swelled with rain;
May, she will stay,
Resting in my arms again.
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June, she ll change her tune,
In restless walks shell prowl the night;
July, she will fly
And give no warning to her flight.
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August, die she must,
The autumn winds blow chilly and cold;
September I ll remember
A love once new has now grown old.