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