ThereoncewasaKing
WhocalledfortheSpring
Forhisworldwas
Stillcoveredinsnow
ButtheSpringhadnotbeen
Forhewaswickedandmean
Inhiswinter-fields
Nothingwouldgrow
Andwhenatraveller
Calledseekinghelpatthedoor
Onlyfoodandabedforthenight
Heorderedhisslave
Toturnheraway
ThegirlwithAprilinhereyes

Oh,oh,onandonshegoes
Throughthewinter’snight
Thewildwindandthesnow
Hi,hi,onandonsherides
Someonehelpthegirl
WithAprilinhereyes

Sherodethroughthenight
Tillshecametothelight
Ofahumbleman’shomeinthewoods
Hebroughtherinside
Bythefirelightshedied
Andheburiedhergentlyandgood
Oh,themorningwasbright
Alltheworldwassnow-white
Butwhenhecametotheplace
Whereshelay
Hisfieldwasablaze
Withflowersonthegrave
OfthegirlwithAprilinhereyes

Oh,oh,onandonshegoes
Throughthewinter’snight
Thewildwindandthesnow
Hi,hi,onandonsheflies
Sheisgone
ThegirlwithAprilinhereyes

TheGirlWithAprilInHerEyes/ChrisDeBurgh