Yahwe Mutabo - April

's a rainy night in April, she's running down the crowded street
searching for her lover man, he's drifted out of reach.
And me, I am hiding, I am hiding in the crowd,
trying to set my face just like the others, praying I'm not found out.

Her mama don't understand it, her sister she thinks I'm cruel,
and anyone else might say OK, but I don't think that April will
no I don't think that April will.

Would you take me back if I asked you to?
Would you give me one more chance?
Would you let me in if I called your name even though it makes no sense?
'Cause there's just no saying the crazy things that someone in love might do,
and even though I'm leaving, babe I'm still in love with you.

It's a lonely night in April, the evening sun is setting down.
She's standing in her empty room in a silver dressing gown.
She take a bite of misfortune and swallows up her pride,
turns her face away from me and hangs her head and cries.

She doesn't understand it. She probably thinks I'm cruel
and somebody else might laugh about it, but I don't think that April will
no, I don't think that April will.

Would you take me back if I asked you to?
Would you give me one more chance?
Would you let me in if I called your name even though it makes no sense?
'Cause there's just no saying the crazy things that someone in love might do,
and even though I'm leaving, babe I'm still in love with you.

It's a cold night in April, the winter snow still falling down.
The light has faded from her eyes.
Her ship of dreams has run aground.....