Once there was a thing called spring

When the world was writing verses like yours and mine

All the boys and girls would sing

As we sat at little tables and drank

May wineNow

April, May and

June seem 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, spring is here, spring is here,

I hear