There once was a king who called for the spring
For his world was still covered in snow,
Still covered in snow,
But the Spring had not been,
For he was wicked and mean

ln 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 winter's night,
The wild wind and the snow,
Hi, hi, hi, on and on she rides,
Someone help
The girl with April in her eye
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,
His 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 winter's 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.