Where is the face I long to see
Pictures of her in my mind
They say that she will soon return
I know she`ll be here any day now
Just breezing into the room
Her sweet perfume can send my senses
Dreaming of April
Praying for her to arrive in all her finery
I`m dreaming of April
Maybe she`ll linger this time
Turning to smile at me
These clouds of grey march in endless procession
I`m waking every day
Dreaming of April
I never know how blue the sky
Until the dark days came
These wistful words keep whispering
How much I used to take for granted
The beauty of her eyes
Till mine grew dim with winter, now I`m
Dreaming of April
Praying for her to arrive in all her finery
I`m dreaming of April
Maybe she`ll linger this time
Turning to smile at me
When these days of grey march in endless procession
I`m waiting for a change
And dreaming of April
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