It Might as Well Be Spring

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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 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

And hearing words that I have never heard

From a girl 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

Or a robin on a wing

 

But I feel so gay in a melancholy way

That it might as well be spring

It might as

Well be spring

Done