April is a cruel time even though the sun may shine
and the world will gently shake
as it slowly comes awake

So fault the april rain
and the valley's filled with pain
and you can't tell if I cry
as I look up to the

Gray sky where it should be blue
gray sky where I should see you
ask why why it should be so
I'll cry say I don't know

Maybe once in a while I'll forget
and I'll smile
but then the feeling comes again
of an april without end
of an april lonely as a (god)

In the dark of my mind
I can see oh too fine
but there's nothing to be done
when I just can't feel the sun
and the spring time is the season of the night

I don't know