April gave us springtime and the promise of the flowers,
And the feeling that we both shared, and the love that we called ours.
We knew no time for sadness, that's a road we each had crossed.
We were living a time meant for us, and even when it would rain
we would laugh it off.

I've got pieces of April, I keep in a memory bouquet.
I've got pieces of April, but it's a morning in May.

We stood on the crest of summer, beneath an oak that blossomed green.
Feeling as I did in April, not really knowing what it means,
But it must be then that you stand beside me now to make me feel this way,
Just as I did in April, but it's a morning in May.

I've got pieces of April, I keep in a memory bouquet.
I've got pieces of April, but it's a morning in May.