| 作词 : Richard Rodgers, Oscar Hammerstein II | |
| 作曲 : Richard Rodgers, Oscar Hammerstein II | |
| Iʼm as restless as a | |
| willow in a windstorm | |
| Iʼm as jumpy as a puppet on a string | |
| Iʼd say that I had spring fever | |
| but I know it isnʼt spring | |
| I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented | |
| Like a nightingale without a song to sing | |
| Iʼd say that I had spring fever | |
| but I know it isnʼt spring | |
| Oh, I keep wishing I were somewhere else | |
| Walking down a strange new street | |
| Hearing words that I have never | |
| learn from a man Iʼve yet to meet | |
| Iʼm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams | |
| Iʼm as giddy as a baby on a swing | |
| I havenʼt seen a crocus or | |
| a rosebud or a robin on the wing | |
| But I feel so gay, melancholy way | |
| That it might as well be spring | |
| It might as well be spring |
| zuo ci : Richard Rodgers, Oscar Hammerstein II | |
| zuo qu : Richard Rodgers, Oscar Hammerstein II | |
| 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 am starry eyed and vaguely discontented | |
| Like a nightingale without a song to sing | |
| I d say that I had spring fever | |
| but I know it isn t spring | |
| Oh, I keep wishing I were somewhere else | |
| Walking down a strange new street | |
| Hearing words that I have never | |
| learn 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, melancholy way | |
| That it might as well be spring | |
| It might as well be spring |
| zuò cí : Richard Rodgers, Oscar Hammerstein II | |
| zuò qǔ : Richard Rodgers, Oscar Hammerstein II | |
| 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 am starry eyed and vaguely discontented | |
| Like a nightingale without a song to sing | |
| I d say that I had spring fever | |
| but I know it isn t spring | |
| Oh, I keep wishing I were somewhere else | |
| Walking down a strange new street | |
| Hearing words that I have never | |
| learn 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, melancholy way | |
| That it might as well be spring | |
| It might as well be spring |
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