Many Aprils have come and gone,
but they’ve all been a lot of fun,
you and I, my friend –
loving beneath the sun.
Those days of youth,
that had us flying with the wind,
no worries and no cares –
Aprils with no tears.
We lived and we loved,
under the blue sky above,
enjoying the flowers,
that blossomed all around.
When the rains came,
that would bring flowers in May,
we ran out to celebrate –
happily dancing in the rain.
The sun now so warm,
days roaming about,
who thought we’d get old,
it wasn’t made for us.
Then the time came,
when we had to say,
it was great and it was grand –
but growing up time is here.
Now we have weathered the storms
and silver streaks through our hair,
show the many paths we’ve taken,
through the Aprils of our youth.
Let’s turn back the pages,
hey, we’re still young at heart,
we can sing and we can dance –
under this April sun like horses prance.
Another April to be glad,
for another spring has come,
another year to love and laugh –
remember other springs with fondness.
So take my hand
and let’s go forward,
into this new April
and show them that we still can –
like children play –
that is what this April we’ll say!