There once was a King, who called for the spring,
For his world was still covered in snow
But the spring had not been, for he was wicked and mean
In his winter-fields nothing would grow
And when a traveller called seeking help at the door,
Only food and a bed for the night
He ordered his slave to turn her away
The girl with April in her eyes...
Oh, oh, oh
On and on she goes
Through the winters night, the wild wind, and the snow
Hi, hi, hi
On and on she rides
Someone help the girl with April in her eyes...
She rode through the night, till she came to the light,
Of a humble man's home in the woods
He brought her inside, by the firelight she died,
And he buried her gently and good
Oh the morning was bright, all the world was snow-white,
But when he came to the place where she lay
The field was ablaze, with flowers on the grave,
Of the girl with April in her eyes...
Oh, oh, oh
On and on she goes
Through the winters night, the wild wind, and the snow
Hi, hi, hi
On and on she flies
She is gone, the girl with April in her eyes...
