April, dear April, I beg you come soon. And bring your sweet primroses too.
Let them join in with the daffodils’ play. As skies offer sunshine anew.
My blessed spring child. Ornate in your yellow and white,
Teasing the birds into trilling their songs. And dancing to music of flight.
Come enter my dreams. And rid me from cold winter chills.
Banish the rain and those blustery winds. And warm up our countryside hills.
I know you can’t stay. You have to move on ‘till next year.
And though I shall cherish the glory of summer,
You’ll always be my month most dear.
Let them join in with the daffodils’ play. As skies offer sunshine anew.
My blessed spring child. Ornate in your yellow and white,
Teasing the birds into trilling their songs. And dancing to music of flight.
Come enter my dreams. And rid me from cold winter chills.
Banish the rain and those blustery winds. And warm up our countryside hills.
I know you can’t stay. You have to move on ‘till next year.
And though I shall cherish the glory of summer,
You’ll always be my month most dear.
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