Cruel April

Oh, cruel April, I’m not coming out to play anymore.
Don’t shine your light through my window.
Don’t you come around my front door.
Because I’ve seen you change your mind so many times before.
Oh, cruel April, I’m not coming out to play anymore.

Oh, cruel April, for your glory I have given sweat and toil.
I’ve gotten down on my knees
and planted flowers for you in the soil.
But you laid hold of them and you tore them from the stem till they were spoiled.
Oh, cruel April, for your glory I have given sweat and toil.

Year after year, it’s always the same
over and over and over again.
Sowing love and reaping pain
over and over and over again.
Young hopes dying in the freezing rain
over and over and over again.
Over and over it’s all in vain
over and over and again and again and again.

Oh, cruel April, you make me feel so very old
when the springtime brings new lovers
and they walk down the same streets I once strolled.
They’re seeking warmth in one another,
but I can see that the evening’s getting cold.
Oh, cruel April, you make me feel so very old.

Love after love, it’s always the same
over and over and over again.
Sowing love and reaping pain
over and over and over again.
Young hopes dying in the freezing rain
over and over and over again.
Over and over it’s all in vain
over and over again and again and again.

Tam Lin