The Paul Simon Songbook; 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 remember, A love once new has now grown old