April, comes 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 | Call Me Al |
2 | Graceland |
3 | American Tune |
4 | The Boy in the Bubble |
5 | Diamonds On The Soles Of Her Shoes |
6 | Late In The Evening |
7 | I Know What I Know |
8 | Under African Skies |
9 | Homeless |
10 | Gumboots |