The Girl With Aprill In Her Eyes - Chris De Burgh

  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, on and on she goes
Through the winter's night
The wild wind and the snow
Hi, hi, on and on she rides
Someone help the girl

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, on and on she goes
Through the winter's night
The wild wind and the snow
Hi, hi, on and on she flies
She is gone,
The girl with April in her eyes