April shower
ticking on the clock
Pitter-patter pitter-patter
listen to it talk
The clouds are gray
the sky is low
But the rhythm in my feet has got a place to go
Golden petals
hiding in the mud
Every little drop is like a fever in the blood
A bebop raindrop on a tin-roof drum
Spring is humming
fore the bees begin to hum
Oh the thunder is the baritone
The lightning is the slide trombone
I don't need a coat
I don't need a cane
Just a syncopated heartbeat in the pouring rain!
So let it pour let the heavens open wide
There's a silver-lined melody
I'm catching inside
April shower
wash away the blue
Tomorrow's gonna bloom in a brand new hue!
April shower
ticking on the clock
Pitter-patter pitter-patter
listen to it talk
The clouds are gray
the sky is low
But the rhythm in my feet has got a place to go
Golden petals
hiding in the mud
Every little drop is like a fever in the blood
A bebop raindrop on a tin-roof drum
Spring is humming
'fore the bees begin to hum
Oh the thunder is the baritone
The lightning is the slide trombone
I don't need a coat
I don't need a cane
Just a syncopated heartbeat in the pouring rain!
So let it pour let the heavens open wide
There's a silver-lined melody
I'm catching inside
April shower
wash away the blue
Tomorrow's gonna bloom in a brand new hue!