April Showers - Carmen Consoli

When the April showers

blur the horizon disconsolately fishermen

bring their boats sowly back to the shore.

When April showers

send housewives hurrying outdoors to salvage rows

of white washing hanging on the line.

I know that summer’s just round the corner

playing hide and seek as it keeps us all waiting.

And through those meloncholy winters,

how cold the nights coul be,

my imitation of contentment was a parody.

All through those chilled and cheerless winters,

col comfort came slowly to an end,

every cloud lost its silver-lining,

having fun was playing a game of pretend.

The April showers

release the sweet scent of blossolming trees to ride the wind

and go down to mingle with the salt-sea air.

I know that summer’s just round the corner

playing hide and seek as it keeps us all waiting.

And through those meloncholy winters,

how cold the nights coul be,

my imitation of contentment was a parody.

All through those chilled and cheerless winters,

col comfort came slowly to an end.

What we missed then, most of all, was our indisputable right

to laughter.

And through those meloncholy winters,

how cold the nights coul be,

my imitation of contentment was a parody.

And through those meloncholy winters,

how cold the nights coul be,

my imitation of contentment was a parody.