lt Might As Well Be Spring Songtext
von Sarah Vaughan

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'm 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.

And that′s why I feel this way,
And yet I know it's not spring today,
But it might as well be spring.