It Might As Well Be Spring

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 someone 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 that's 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

I keep wishing

I were someone else

Walking down a strange new street

And hearing words that

I have never heard

From a girl,

I've yet to meet

Oh, 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 that's 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