From the recording April (Acoustic)
Track 4 in the Time Flies ... An Acoustic Calendar series!
Lyrics
April (Acoustic)
April comes and April goes
Where it leads nobody knows
Fickle as the wind that blows
Don’t make a fool of me! Oh, no!
You’d think by now I’d know the score
But I suspect there’s so much more
Than meets the eye around the bend
I wonder how this month will end.
April comes and April goes
Where it leads nobody knows
Fickle as the wind that blows
Don’t make a fool of me! Oh, no!
I’ve fallen for some lines before
Regretted walking though the door
I’ll take it slow this time around
Feet firmly planted on the ground
April comes and April goes
Where it leads nobody knows
Fickle as the wind that blows
Don’t make a fool of me! Oh, no!
No matter what tomorrow brings lower melody than verse
All the trouble, all the things
My faith remains a bird that sings still hoping for the best!
April comes and April goes
Where it leads nobody knows
Fickle as the wind that blows
Don’t make a fool of me! Oh, no!
April come, April go
Where you lead I don’t know!
Fickle as the winds that blow
Don’t make a fool of me!
Don’t you make a fool of me! Don’t you make a fool of me, oh no!
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