Song | Spring Is Here |
Artist | Ella Fitzgerald |
Album | Sings the Rodgers and Hart Songbook |
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Lyrics:Lorenz Hart Music:Richard Rodgers | |
Once there was a thing called spring, | |
When the world was writing verses like yours and mine. | |
All the lads and girls would sing, | |
When we sat at little tables and drank May wine. | |
Now April, May, and June are sadly out of tune, | |
life has stuck a pin in the balloon. | |
Spring is here! Why doesn't my heart go dancing? | |
Spring is here! Why isn't the waltz entrancing? | |
No desire, no ambition leads me, | |
maybe it's because nobody needs me? | |
Spring is here! Why doesn't the breeze delight me? | |
Stars appear! Why doesn't the night invite me? | |
Maybe it's because nobody loves me, spring is here, I hear! |
Lyrics: Lorenz Hart Music: Richard Rodgers | |
Once there was a thing called spring, | |
When the world was writing verses like yours and mine. | |
All the lads and girls would sing, | |
When we sat at little tables and drank May wine. | |
Now April, May, and June are sadly out of tune, | |
life has stuck a pin in the balloon. | |
Spring is here! Why doesn' t my heart go dancing? | |
Spring is here! Why isn' t the waltz entrancing? | |
No desire, no ambition leads me, | |
maybe it' s because nobody needs me? | |
Spring is here! Why doesn' t the breeze delight me? | |
Stars appear! Why doesn' t the night invite me? | |
Maybe it' s because nobody loves me, spring is here, I hear! |
Lyrics: Lorenz Hart Music: Richard Rodgers | |
Once there was a thing called spring, | |
When the world was writing verses like yours and mine. | |
All the lads and girls would sing, | |
When we sat at little tables and drank May wine. | |
Now April, May, and June are sadly out of tune, | |
life has stuck a pin in the balloon. | |
Spring is here! Why doesn' t my heart go dancing? | |
Spring is here! Why isn' t the waltz entrancing? | |
No desire, no ambition leads me, | |
maybe it' s because nobody needs me? | |
Spring is here! Why doesn' t the breeze delight me? | |
Stars appear! Why doesn' t the night invite me? | |
Maybe it' s because nobody loves me, spring is here, I hear! |