It Might As Well Be Spring

It Might As Well Be Spring - Sara Leib

I'm restless as a willow in a windstorm

I'm jumpy as a puppet on a string

I'd say I have Spring fever

When it isn't even Spring

I'm starry-eyed and vaguely discontented

Like a nightingale without a song to sing

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 busy as a spider spinning daydreams

I'm 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

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 busy as a spider spinning daydreams

I'm 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

Spring be you has fairly feeling