April rain blocks the sunshine on a cloudy afternoon  And the dew before the sunrise glistens brightly on the avenue  Cheering sounds above the thunder as the lightning streaks the sky  And the sound of hammers crashing enhance the pain of the Crucified    OH I WONDER WHEN THE SETTING SUN  WILL RISE AGAIN INTO THE SKY  OH I PRAY THESE APRIL SHOWERS  THE EVIL RAIN WILL FINALLY DRY  Friday night the streets are silent  All are mourning for the King  And every eye upon the mountain is filled with cold April Rain    The second day is filled with darkness and the air is very cold  And a traitor hangs in a garden for thirty pieces of dirty gold    OH I WONDER IF THIS FALLEN SON  WILL RISE AGAIN INTO THE SKY  OH I PRAY THESE APRIL SHOWERS  THE EVIL RAIN WILL FINALLY DRY  The only sound you hear is crying  All are mourning for the King  And every eye on old Golgotha is filled with cold April Rain    BUT SUNDAY MORNING THERE'S A SPARK OF LIGHT  ACROSS THE DARKENED AVENUE  AND ALL THE WOMEN IN THE GARDEN  ARE SINGING OUT THE JOYFUL NEWS  That there's an empty shroud lying where the buried King had lain  And once more the sun is shining  Drying the cold April Rain