It Might as Well Be Spring Songtext
von Lena Horne

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 am 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 girl 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