They Say It's Spring

	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 fear that I must own up
	To the fact that I'm in doubt of
	What the modern cynics shout of
	They say it's spring
	This feeling light as a feather
	They say this thing
	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 the 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 robins stop singing
	You're what I'm clinging to
	Though they say it's spring, it's you
	If poets sing
	That when a hard sympathetic
	It's merely spring
	Then poets plights are pathetic
	Though I'm poetic too
	They say it's spring
	For lovers, there's where the lure is
	That evil 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 that you caught me
	Darling I thought we knew
	That it wasn't spring, it was you