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 to 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
| 1 | I Appreciate Your Honesty |
| 2 | He Wasn't Fooling |
| 3 | Dry Land |
| 4 | I Can't Take It |
| 5 | Too Late To Holler |
| 6 | The Immortals |
| 7 | Big Love |
| 8 | The Boxer |