Pieces of April sing and play along

April gave us springtime,

and a promise of the flowers;

and a feeling that we both shared,

and a love that we called ours.

And we knew no time for sadness,

that's a road we each had crossed.

And we were living a time meant for us,

and even when it would rain,

we'd laugh it off.

And I've got pieces of April that I keep in a memory bouquet.

I've got pieces of April,

and it's a morning in May.

We stood on the crest of summer,

beneath an oak of blossomed green;

feelin' as I did in April;

not really knowin' just what it means.

But it must be then that stands beside me now,

to make me feel this way;

just as I did in April,

and it's a morning in May.