April Came

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.



Certain songs make us think of certain people. Sometimes, I, too, am guilty of committing suicidal remembering.Blame it on certain songwriters, like Simon & Garfunkel.