Song | It Might as Well Be Spring |
Artist | Frank Sinatra |
Album | Academy Award Winners |
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 |