This piece is a response to Thomas Morley's "April is in my mistress' face." While I love Morley's piece, it leaves me wondering what the full picture might be. His knife-twist ending (his text: April is in my mistress' face, And July in her eyes hath place; Within her bosom is September, But in her heart a cold December.) reminds me of the sexist trope of women who don't return men's affections being labeled "frigid" or "cruel". This song imagines what the other side to that story might possibly look like.
April is in my face July my eyes remember Within my heart is May, But you see September.