Verse: The April fools, ignore all the rules. Each day started icy and cold.

Then like the first violin, birds started to sing.Their melody melts like molten gold.

Break: With violin.

Chorus: The ladies on strings, such beautiful things. From finger and bow the notes linger and flow.

Verse: May may bring, a more pleasant theme. With Violas rich and warm.

It often passes without bothering the masses. Who wait for the summer swarm.

Break with Viola:

Chorus: The ladies on strings, such beautiful things. From finger and bow the notes linger and flow.

Verse: June says hello, like a big old Cello. A soft and silky cantilena.

Familiar sounds of livelier crowds, float gently around the arena.

Break with Cello:

Chorus: The ladies on strings, such beautiful things. From finger and bow the notes linger and flow.

Outro with Violin Viola Cello