Monday, January 24, 2011
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.
p. simon
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i love this song. once pb and i listened to it and i cried.
ReplyDeletesimilar story, i first heard this song in paul's car! we were in his driveway, just getting home and we sat absolutely still for the whole thing.
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