It Might As Well Be Spring - Sarah Vaughan (萨拉·沃恩)

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'm not with it on Spring

I'm starry eyed

And vaguely 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 someone 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

A robin on the wing

But I feel so gay

In a melancholy way

That it might as well be Spring

And that's why

I feel this way

Yet I'm no it's not Spring today

But it might as well be Spring

Ahh

Ahh

Ahh