The Girl With April In Her Eyes
There once was a king, who called for the springFor his world was still covered in snowBut the spring had not been, for he was wicked and meanIn his winter-fields nothing would grow
And when a traveller called, seeking help at the doorOnly food and a bed for the nightHe ordered his slave to turn her awayThe girl with April in her eyes
Oh-oh, on and on she goesThrough the winter's night, the wild wind and the snowHi-hi, on and on she ridesSomeone help the girl with April in her eyes
She rode through the night till she came to the lightOf a humble man's home in the woodsHe brought her inside, by the firelight she diedAnd he buried her gently and good
Oh, the morning was bright, all the world was snow-whiteBut when he came to the place where she layHis field was ablaze with flowers on the graveOf the girl with April in her eyes
Oh-oh, on and on she goesThrough the winter's night, the wild wind and the snowHi-hi, on and on she fliesShe is gone, the girl with April in her eyes ...