Simon & Garfunkel 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.
