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