| Song | It Might as Well Be Spring |
| Artist | Rosemary Clooney |
| Album | Sings Rodgers, Hart & Hammerstein |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Oscar Hammerstein Ii Music:Richard Rodgers Arranger:Nelson Riddle | |
| 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 | |
| O why should I have spring fever | |
| When it isn't even spring | |
| I keep I were someone else | |
| Walking down a strange new street | |
| And hearing words that I've never head | |
| From a girl I've yet to meet | |
| I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams | |
| Spinning spinning daydreams | |
| I'm as giggy 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 |
| Lyrics: Oscar Hammerstein Ii Music: Richard Rodgers Arranger: Nelson Riddle | |
| 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 | |
| O why should I have spring fever | |
| When it isn' t even spring | |
| I keep I were someone else | |
| Walking down a strange new street | |
| And hearing words that I' ve never head | |
| From a girl I' ve yet to meet | |
| I' m as busy as spider spinning daydreams | |
| Spinning spinning daydreams | |
| I' m as giggy 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 |
| Lyrics: Oscar Hammerstein Ii Music: Richard Rodgers Arranger: Nelson Riddle | |
| 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 | |
| O why should I have spring fever | |
| When it isn' t even spring | |
| I keep I were someone else | |
| Walking down a strange new street | |
| And hearing words that I' ve never head | |
| From a girl I' ve yet to meet | |
| I' m as busy as spider spinning daydreams | |
| Spinning spinning daydreams | |
| I' m as giggy 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 |