She was polishing the chairs When the doorbell rang She smoothed down her hair And answered to a little old man He gave her his widest grin and said Would you mind if I came in and talked to you? One April afternoon Two shadows walking in the sun Their final tune Two shadows waiting for the April moon She showed him the kitchen And he pulled up a chair As he was about to begin He noticed her hair He thought to himself How beautiful she looked And said Would you mind if I took a picture of you? April afternoon Two shadows walking in the sun Their final tune Two shadows waiting for the April moon