It Might As Well Be Spring

Julie Andrews2011年11月22日

It Might As Well Be Spring - Julie Andrews

The things I used to like

I don't like any more


I want a lot of other things I've never had before


It's just like my mamma says


I sit around and mourn


Pretending that I am so

Wonderful and knowing I'm adored


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 as starry eyed and gravely 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 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



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