Who Cares About April

Who cares about April
Who cares about Spring
Why build on a moment's passion
On a meaningless thing

Why think of tomorrow
Why live in a dream
Why try to make one great madness
Fit into a scheme

No thrill is too inviting
When youth must have its play
But love is worth a living for
Only for a day

Who cares about April
Who cares about Spring
Why kindle the fireless ember
Of ashes that cling

Why long for a lifetime
Of hopeless romance
Why long for an endless Summer
That Fall disenchants

In Spring there's no sensation
No thrill that starts anew
For April time can never bring me you