It Might as Well Be Spring Songtext
von Nancy LaMott

I′m as restless as a willow in a windstorm, I'm as jumpy
As 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
O why should I have spring fever, when it isn't even
Spring


I keep wishing I were someone else, walking down a
Strange new street

And hearing words that I′ve never heard from a girl I′ve
Yet to meet
I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams, spinning
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.