April rain blocks the sunshine on a cloudy afternoon And the dew before the sunrise glistens brightly on the avenue Cheering sounds above the thunder as the lightning streaks the sky And the sound of hammers crashing enhance the pain of the Crucified
OH I WONDER WHEN THE SETTING SUN WILL RISE AGAIN INTO THE SKY OH I PRAY THESE APRIL SHOWERS THE EVIL RAIN WILL FINALLY DRY Friday night the streets are silent All are mourning for the King And every eye upon the mountain is filled with cold April Rain
The second day is filled with darkness and the air is very cold And a traitor hangs in a garden for thirty pieces of dirty gold
OH I WONDER IF THIS FALLEN SON WILL RISE AGAIN INTO THE SKY OH I PRAY THESE APRIL SHOWERS THE EVIL RAIN WILL FINALLY DRY The only sound you hear is crying All are mourning for the King And every eye on old Golgotha is filled with cold April Rain
BUT SUNDAY MORNING THERE'S A SPARK OF LIGHT ACROSS THE DARKENED AVENUE AND ALL THE WOMEN IN THE GARDEN ARE SINGING OUT THE JOYFUL NEWS That there's an empty shroud lying where the buried King had lain And once more the sun is shining drying the cold April Rain
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OH I WONDER WHEN THE SETTING SUN WILL RISE AGAIN INTO THE SKY OH I PRAY THESE APRIL SHOWERS THE EVIL RAIN WILL FINALLY DRY Friday night the streets are silent All are mourning for the King And every eye upon the mountain is filled with cold April Rain
The second day is filled with darkness and the air is very cold And a traitor hangs in a garden for thirty pieces of dirty gold
OH I WONDER IF THIS FALLEN SON WILL RISE AGAIN INTO THE SKY OH I PRAY THESE APRIL SHOWERS THE EVIL RAIN WILL FINALLY DRY The only sound you hear is crying All are mourning for the King And every eye on old Golgotha is filled with cold April Rain
BUT SUNDAY MORNING THERE'S A SPARK OF LIGHT ACROSS THE DARKENED AVENUE AND ALL THE WOMEN IN THE GARDEN ARE SINGING OUT THE JOYFUL NEWS That there's an empty shroud lying where the buried King had lain And once more the sun is shining drying the cold April Rain
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