Standard (EADGBE)
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'l prowl the night
July, she will fly
And leave no warning of 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