It Might As Well Be Spring

It Might As Well Be Spring - Sarah Vaughan (薩拉·沃恩)

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'm not with it on spring

I'm 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 someone else

Walking down a strange new street

Hearing words

That I've never heard from a man

I've yet to meet

I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams

I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing

I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud

A robin on the wing

But I feel so gay in a melancholy way

That it might as well be spring

And that's why I feeling this way

Yet I'm no it's not being today

But It might as well be spring

Ah ah ah

Eh eh eh