There [Em]once was a king, who [G]called for the spring,
For his [Am]world was still covered with [Em]snow,
But the [Em]spring had not been, for he was [G]wicked and mean,
In his [Am]winter fields nothing would [B7]grow;
And when a [C]traveller called, seeking [G]help at the door,
Only [C]food and a bed for a [B7]night,
He [Em]ordered his slave to [Am]turn her away,
The [Em]girl with [D]April in her [Em]eyes…
[A] [C] [D] [Em] [A] [C] [D] [Em]
[Em]Oh, oh, [Bm]oh, [C]on and on she [Em]goes,
Through the [G]winter’s night, the [D]wild wind and the [C]snow,
[Em]Hi, hi, [Bm]hi, [C]on and on she [Em]rides,
Someone [G]help the girl with [D]April in her [C]eyes…
[Em] [A] [C] [D] [Em]
She [Em]rode through the night ’till she [G]came to the light,
Of a [Am]humble man’s home in the [Em]woods,
He [Em]brought her inside, by the [G]firelight she died,
And he [Am]buried her gently and [B7]good;
Oh the [C]morning was bright, all the [G]world snow-white,
But when he [C]came to the place where she [B7]lay,
His [Em]field was ablaze with [Am]flowers on the grave,
Of the [Em]girl with [D]April in her [Em]eyes…
Through the [G]winter’s night, the [D]wild wind and the [C]snow,
[Em]Hi, hi, [Bm]hi, [C]on and on she [Em]flies,
She is [G]gone, the girl with [D]April in her [C]eyes…
[Em] [A] [C] [D] [Em]