Oh-oh, on and on she goes,
Through the winter's night, the wild wind and the snow,
Ah-ah, on and on she rides,
Someone help the girl with April in her eyes...
She rode through the night 'til 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, on and on she goes,
Through the winter's night, the wild wind and the snow,
Ah-ah, on and on she flies,
She is gone, the girl with April in her eyes...