April come tomorrow,
. . . I know she will
. . . . The nights have been too long
I hear the distant thunder
. . . As I call her name
. . . Weeping hearts
. . . In the pouring rain
She has stormy eyes
. . . Like none I've ever seen
. . . Always comes and goes
. . . With the wind
She's longing for the sunshine
. . . The nights are never-ending
. . . She wants to live forever
. . . So she goes on pretending
When I think of her,
. . . I get a little bit lonely
April come tomorrow
. . . It'll be too late
©steve-
S