It Might As Well Be Spring

It Might As Well Be Spring (Live) - Ella Fitzgerald

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 am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented

Like a nightingale without a song to sing

Why should I have spring fever

When I know 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 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

Oh with my heart

My as well be spinning

It might as well be spring