It Might As Well Be Spring

It Might As Well Be Spring - Frank Sinatra (弗蘭克·辛納屈)

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 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

I'm as giggy 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'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams

I'm as giggy 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