April - Chapterhouse

Days bathed in red

I saw her standing

By the riverbed

Weeping willow

I should have been more careful

Waxing hope in cruellest April

I thought that we were there

Somehow i’ll always love her

Shedding, golden leaved September

I thought that we were there

Dazed, she never smiles

Like she used to

All the while

Weeping willow