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 * April rain, the April rain,

Comes slanting down in fitful showers,
 * Then from the furrow shoots the grain,

And banks are fledged with nestling flowers; And in grey shaw and woodland bowers
 * The cuckoo through the April rain
 * Calls once again.


 * The April sun, the April sun,

Glints through the rain in fitful splendour,
 * And in grey shaw and woodland dun

The little leaves spring forth and tender Their infant hands, yet weak and slender,
 * For warmth towards the April sun,
 * One after one.