I Might As Well Be Spring Songtext
von George Shearing & Mel Tormé
I Might As Well Be Spring Songtext
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 even spring
I'm as starry eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh, why should I have spring fever
When I know 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 have 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
Yes, it might, might as well be spring
Oh, I keep wishing I were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
Hearing words that I have never, never heard
From a man I have 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
My, I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
Yeah, it might, might as well be spring
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I′d say that I had spring fever
But I know it isn't even spring
I'm as starry eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Oh, why should I have spring fever
When I know 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 have 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
Yes, it might, might as well be spring
Oh, I keep wishing I were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
Hearing words that I have never, never heard
From a man I have 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
My, I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
Yeah, it might, might as well be spring
Writer(s): Richard Rodgers, Oscar Hammerstein 2nd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com