It's the end of April
Easter's gone, the days grow long.
Today it is the first of May
We welcome in the heart of Spring.
And now soon it will be June
We'll go away on holiday.
Then will come the Summer
July is here, August, September.
All that time we'll spend together
No more apart, no broken heart.
I'm looking forward to tomorrow
Another day less to stay.
It's the end of April
Soon I'll be gone where I belong.