It Might as Well Be Spring
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm,
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I'd say that I had spring fever,
But I know it isn't spring
I'm starry-eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh, why should I have spring fever
When it isn't even spring?
I keep wishing I were somewhere else,
Walking down a strange new street
Hearing words that I have never heard
From a man I've yet to meet
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
Or a robin on the wing
But I feel so gay, In a melancholy way,
That it might as well be spring,
It might as well be spring
compositores: OSCAR II HAMMERSTEIN, RICHARD RODGERS
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