Song For An Old-Fashioned April
April, April, how can I know
whether you be friend or foe?
Give me sunshine, give me breath,
Give me belief there is no deathend.
How I wonder, my creator of flower
Whether I'll have remaining power;
To wage this fight through thick and thin
To know my love will come back once more...
Tell me April, who is my beloved,
The red robin or the cooing bird?
How can a messenger seem so stand
As streams overflow with winter's swill?