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 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

Пол Саймон
"Sounds Of Silence", 1965