Who cares about April Who cares about Spring Why build on a moment's passion On a meaningless thing Why think of tomorrow Why live in a dream Why try to make one great madness Fit into a scheme No thrill is too inviting When youth must have its play But love is worth a living for Only for a day Who cares about April Who cares about Spring Why kindle the fireless ember Of ashes that cling Why long for a lifetime Of hopeless romance Why long for an endless Summer That Fall disenchants In Spring there's no sensation No thrill that starts anew For April time can never bring me you