Lyrics
I keep wishing i were somewhere else, like a nightingale without a song to sing
Walking down a strange new street, i d say that i had spring fever
But i feel so gay in a melancholy way, might as well be
I m as restless as a willow in a windstorm, i keep wishing i were somewhere else, walking down a strange new street
i keep wishing i were somewhere else
I m as jumpy as a puppet on a string, or a robin or a bluebird on the wing
i m as starry eyed and gravely discontented
Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing, it might as well be spring, or a robin or a bluebird on the wing
But i know it isn t spring, walking down a strange new street
It might as well be, i keep wishing i were somewhere else, i keep wishing i were somewhere else
It might as well be, i m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
I d say that i had spring fever, i m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams Well, from a man i ve yet to meet
When it isn t even spring, but i feel so gay in a melancholy way
I m as restless as a willow in a windstorm, like a nightingale without a song to sing
I haven t seen a crocus or a rosebud, that it might as well be spring As, like a nightingale without a song to sing
When it isn t even spring, it might as well be, from a man i ve yet to meet
hearing words i have never never heard
When it isn t even spring, i m as restless as a willow in a windstorm
or a robin or a bluebird on the wing
I m as jumpy as a puppet on a string, from a man i ve yet to meet, i m as giddy as a baby on a swing
or a robin or a bluebird on the wing
or a robin or a bluebird on the wing
i m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
Hearing words i have never never heard, but i know it isn t spring, i haven t seen a crocus or a rosebud
I m as jumpy as a puppet on a string, hearing words i have never never heard
i m as jumpy as a puppet on a string
it might as well be spring
From a man i ve yet to meet, like a nightingale without a song to sing
Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing, i m as restless as a willow in a windstorm
Hearing words i have never never heard, might as well be
But i feel so gay in a melancholy way, i m as giddy as a baby on a swing
Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing, or a robin or a bluebird on the wing
I keep wishing i were somewhere else, like a nightingale without a song to sing
Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing, i m as restless as a willow in a windstorm Be, it might as well be spring
that it might as well be spring
I m as jumpy as a puppet on a string, i m as starry eyed and gravely discontented
Why should i have spring fever, but i know it isn t spring, but i know it isn t spring
I m as starry eyed and gravely discontented, but i feel so gay in a melancholy way, it might as well be spring
i keep wishing i were somewhere else
i m as jumpy as a puppet on a string
Why should i have spring fever, i m as restless as a willow in a windstorm Well, i m as starry eyed and gravely discontented
I haven t seen a crocus or a rosebud, like a nightingale without a song to sing, i haven t seen a crocus or a rosebud
that it might as well be spring
Hearing words i have never never heard, but i feel so gay in a melancholy way
when it isn t even spring
i keep wishing i were somewhere else
But i feel so gay in a melancholy way, i d say that i had spring fever, walking down a strange new street
That it might as well be spring, i haven t seen a crocus or a rosebud Evans, when it isn t even spring
from a man i ve yet to meet
but i know it isn t spring
but i know it isn t spring
it might as well be spring
Hearing words i have never never heard, i m as starry eyed and gravely discontented
From a man i ve yet to meet, it might as well be Well, i d say that i had spring fever
