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