Sunday, January 29, 2006

It Might As Well Be Spring

It Might As Well Be Spring
music by Richard Rodgers (left)
lyric by Oscar Hammerstein II (right)

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.
Oh, why should I have spring fever when it 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...
It might as well be spring...


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