Dorothy Parker - A Well-Worn Story lyrics

In April, in April My one love came along And I ran the slope of my high hill To follow a thread of song His eyes were hard as porphyry With looking on cruel lands His voice went slipping over me Like terrible silver hands Together we trod the secret lane And walked the muttering town I wore my heart like a wet, red stain On the breast of a velvet gown In April, in April My love went whistling by And I stumbled here to my high hill Along the way of a lie Now what should I do in this place But sit and count the chimes And splash cold water on my face And spoil a page with rhymes?