April

I go to see April On the bank of the Regent's Canal She always lives at the seas Once in my mind, in my dream And she sees every day more like cubes Says we don't see the signs that we use Just look, see the signs that we use And you'll see every day more like a cube And I go deaf and I go dumb If I don't see the winter sun I'm so glad the blue bells are here I'm so glad that April is gone 'Cause she always lives at the sea Once in my mind, in my dreams 'Cause she always lives at the sea Once in my mind, in my dreams Heaven mourns, she makes a beggar of me And heaven mourns, she makes a beggar of me A beggar of me, a beggar of me A beggar of me, a beggar of me A beggar of me, a beggar of me A beggar of me, a beggar of me --- April - Nick Mulvey