April, I can hear your anger a-marching
Here it comes again
And the flowers will forgive your rage and your barking
Here it comes again
The grass is dying, and the water comes to revive it
Here it comes again
The great whisper across the plains gives to thunder
Here it comes again
There's a tree line somewhere nobody knows
We've been pining and now were soaked to the bone
We've been pining and now we want to go home
It's the devil we know
Lower the curtain, let the rain come down like a spirit
Let it hit the ground
Come the memories, come the shivering cold, let the rain fall
It's the devil we know
It's the devil we know
It's the devil we know
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