There once was a king, who called for the
spring,
For his world was still covered with 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 a 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
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
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...