They Say It's Spring Songtext
von Bryan Shaw
They Say It's Spring Songtext
When I was young, I lived in a world of dreams
Of moods and myths and illusionary schemes
Though now I′m much more grown up, I feel that I must own up
To the fact that I'm in doubt of
What the modern poets shout of
They say it′s spring, this feeling light as a feather
They say it's spring, this magic we share together
Came with the weather too
They say it's May that′s made me daft as a daisy
It′s May, they say, that gave the whole world this crazy
Heavenly, hazy hue
I'm a lark on the wing
I′m a spark of a firefly's fling
Yet to me, this must be
Something more than a seasonal thing
Could it be spring, those bells that I can hear ringing?
It may be spring, but when the robin stops singing
That′s what I'm clinging to
Though they say it′s spring, it's you
If poets say that when a heart's sympathetic
It′s merely spring, then poets′ plights are pathetic
Though I'm poetic too
They say it′s spring for lovers, that's where the lure is
That aching thing for which September the cure is
This, they are sure, is true
Though I know that it′s so
That my fancy may turn in the spring
With the right one in sight, one can find a perpetual thing
Did I need spring to bring the ring that you bought me?
Though it was spring, that wondrous day when you caught me
Darling, I thought we knew
That it wasn't spring, though they say it′s spring
No, it wasn't spring, 'twas you
You
You
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Baby, it was you
Of moods and myths and illusionary schemes
Though now I′m much more grown up, I feel that I must own up
To the fact that I'm in doubt of
What the modern poets shout of
They say it′s spring, this feeling light as a feather
They say it's spring, this magic we share together
Came with the weather too
They say it's May that′s made me daft as a daisy
It′s May, they say, that gave the whole world this crazy
Heavenly, hazy hue
I'm a lark on the wing
I′m a spark of a firefly's fling
Yet to me, this must be
Something more than a seasonal thing
Could it be spring, those bells that I can hear ringing?
It may be spring, but when the robin stops singing
That′s what I'm clinging to
Though they say it′s spring, it's you
If poets say that when a heart's sympathetic
It′s merely spring, then poets′ plights are pathetic
Though I'm poetic too
They say it′s spring for lovers, that's where the lure is
That aching thing for which September the cure is
This, they are sure, is true
Though I know that it′s so
That my fancy may turn in the spring
With the right one in sight, one can find a perpetual thing
Did I need spring to bring the ring that you bought me?
Though it was spring, that wondrous day when you caught me
Darling, I thought we knew
That it wasn't spring, though they say it′s spring
No, it wasn't spring, 'twas you
You
You
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Baby, it was you
Writer(s): Bob Haymes, Marty Clarke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

