April rain blocks the sunshine on a cloudy afternoon

And the dew before the sunrise glistens brightly on the avenue

Cheering sounds above the thunder as the lightning streaks the sky

And the sound of hammers crashing enhance the pain of the Crucified



OH I WONDER WHEN THE SETTING SUN

WILL RISE AGAIN INTO THE SKY

OH I PRAY THESE APRIL SHOWERS

THE EVIL RAIN WILL FINALLY DRY

Friday night the streets are silent

All are mourning for the King

And every eye upon the mountain is filled with cold April Rain



The second day is filled with darkness and the air is very cold

And a traitor hangs in a garden for thirty pieces of dirty gold



OH I WONDER IF THIS FALLEN SON

WILL RISE AGAIN INTO THE SKY

OH I PRAY THESE APRIL SHOWERS

THE EVIL RAIN WILL FINALLY DRY

The only sound you hear is crying

All are mourning for the King

And every eye on old Golgotha is filled with cold April Rain



BUT SUNDAY MORNING THERE'S A SPARK OF LIGHT

ACROSS THE DARKENED AVENUE

AND ALL THE WOMEN IN THE GARDEN

ARE SINGING OUT THE JOYFUL NEWS

That there's an empty shroud lying where the buried King had lain

And once more the sun is shining

drying the cold April Rain