| Gm | F | |
| April is a cruel | time |
| Eb7 | |
| Even though the sun may | shine |
| D7M9 | |
| And world will turn to | shake |
| Gm | |
| As it slowly comes | away |
| F | |
| Still falls the April r | ain |
| Eb7M9 | |
| And the valley's filled with | pain |
| D7M9 | |
| And you can't tell if I | cry |
| Gm | F | |
| As i look up to the grey | sky |
| F | |
| Where it should be blue |
| Eb9 | D7M9 | |
| Grey sky | where I should see you |
| Gm | F | |
| Ask why, | why it should be so |
| Eb7M9 | D7M9 | |
| I'll cry, | say that I don't know |
| Eb | Bb | |
| Maybe once in a | while I'll forget and I'll smile |
| Cm | |
| But then the | feeling comes again of an April without end |
| D7(+9 | |
| Of an Ap | ril lonely as they come |
| Eb | Bb | |
| In the dark of my | mind I can see all too fine |
| Cm | |
| But there is | nothing to be done when I just can't feel the sun |
| D7M9 | |
| And the s | pringtime's the season of the night |
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