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