It's April the cherry trees are all in bloom
Their fragrance skips into my room
Taking me back to Washington DC
Once again hand in hand I walk you down Pennsylvania Avenue
Proud and free in love with at Washington DC

And my heart beats high as against the sky
I see the Capitol Dome
And the teardrops rise and fill my eyes
For the ones I love back home

It's April and they say perhaps by June I'll be well so maybe soon
I will be back home with you at Washington DC

Yes my heart beats...
It's April and they say perhaps by June...