It Might As Well Be Spring
Astrud Gilberto

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 as starry eyed and gravely 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 guy in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
It might as well be 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 guy in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
It might as well be spring