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...