The third of four songs from Rigoletto.Boredom hit me, so I sat down and finally got to these darned things. So many of you requested them, I couldn't let them go undone.Uh, Ribaldi sang this'un in mostly all Italian. But I've provided the translation below:Sweet little loveLittle Daughter DivineYou're a budding flowerWhose blossoming is nearYou are AprilBut you dream of JuneAnd every passing dayBeauty grows from within you Dear April childAre you dreaming of JuneLike a tender young flower awaiting summer's bloom?Sweet April childIn the springtime of youthWhat a glorious seasonIt is yours, let it shine throughAwaken yourself dear childA bud begins to wakeDeep inside you are already beautiful Let it grow inside of you Sweet April ChildIt's the spring of your youthCherish these precious daysSummer comes all too soonDear April childStill dreaming of June...

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