Where is the face I long to seenPictures of her in my mindnThey say that she will soon returnnnI know she'll be here any day nownJust breezing into the roomnHer sweet perfume can send my sensesnnDreaming of AprilnPraying for her to arrive in all her finerynI'm dreaming of AprilnMaybe she'll linger this timenTurning to smile at menThese clouds of grey march in endless processionnI'm waking every daynDreaming of AprilnnI never know how blue the skynUntil the dark days camenThese wistful words keep whisperingnnHow much I used to take for grantednThe beauty of her eyesnTill mine grew dim with winter, now I'mnnDreaming of AprilnPraying for her to arrive in all her finerynI'm dreaming of AprilnMaybe she'll linger this timenTurning to smile at menWhen these days of grey march in endless processionnI'm waiting for a changenAnd dreaming of April