Irish Selection 1984:
Thomas McParland - "April Won't Be Here Till September"

April Won't Be Here Till September

Walking all alone by the sea
Watching children playing in the sand
Couples making love on the beach
To the music of a band

She won't be here till the summer days are cold
She won't be here till the summer leaves are gold

April won't be here till September
Next September, that's what she'd say
April won't be here till September
When the music's gone away

Sitting all alone by the pier
Feeling loneliness my letters can't describe
Ocean breezes whisper your name
With the foaming of the tide

She won't be here till the winter starts to call
She won't be here when I need her most of all

April won't be here till September
Next September, that's what she'd say
April won't be here till September
When the music's gone away

The tide rolls in, and the days roll on
And I've just been putting time in since you've been gone
Watching the sky, watching the sea
For the ship or the plane that'll bring you back to me

April won't be here till September
When the embers fаll from the sun
April won't be here till September
But Septemberѕ never come