(Oh) Like April Showers on the slick cement When I consider how our light is spent Keeping the candles inside the cathedrals Hold on tight, Don't go into the night
(Oh) We need you this dry and dusty day Though some may say please go away
(Oh) Like the April Showers on the slick cement And the roads once straight have now become so bent Weaving through the trees of vain security Rounding round the hard rocks of hard morality
(Oh) Like April Showers on the slick cement