April is a cruel time. Even though the sun may shine. And world looks in the shade as it slowly comes away. Still falls the April rain. And the valley's filled with pain. And you can't tell me quite why. As i look up to the grey sky. Where it should be blue. Grey sky where I should see you. Ask why why it should be so. I'll cry say that 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 they come. In the dark of my mind I can see all too fine. But there is nothing to be done when I just can't feel the sun. And the springtime's the season of the night. Grey sky where it should be blue. Grey sky where I should see you. Ask why why it should be so. I'll cry say that I don't know. I don't know