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