April is the kindest month,
by beauty it’s beset.
And that I breathe in England now
I never will regret.
April is the birth of hope,
new life in bud and leaf.
And that I live in England now
gives joy and never grief.
April is for lovers\' walks
through woodland, o\'er the wold.
And that I love in England now
is worth its weight in gold.
April is, to me, divine.
It melts my heart with love.
And that I write in England now
makes me thank God above.