In April, in April, br My one love came along, br And I ran the slope of my high hill br To follow a thread of song. br br His eyes were hard as porphyry br With looking on cruel lands; br His voice went slipping over me br Like terrible silver hands. br br Together we trod the secret lane br And walked the muttering town. br I wore my heart like a wet, red stain br On the breast of a velvet gown. br br In April, in April, br My love went whistling by, br And I stumbled here to my high hill br Along the way of a lie.