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