Ann Hampton Callaway Spring Can Really Hang You Up The Most
Once I was a sentimental thing,
Threw my heart away each spring;
Now a spring romance hasn't got a chance.
Promised my first dance to winter;
All I've got to show's a splinter for my little fling.
Spring this year has got me feeling
Like a horse that never left the post;
I lie in my room, staring up at the ceiling.
Spring can really hang you up the most!
Morning's kiss wakes trees and flowers,
And to them I'd like to drink a toast.
I walk in the park just to kill some lonely hours.
Spring can really hang you up the most.
All afternoon those birds twitter twit.
I know the tune: "This is love. this is it!"
Heard it before and I know the score,
And I've decided that spring is a bore!
Love seemed sure around the New Year,
Now it's April, love is just a ghost.
Spring arrived on time, only what became of you, dear?
Spring can really hang you up the most.
Spring can really hang you up the most.
Love came my way, I hoped it would last.
We had our day, now that's all in the past.
Spring came along, a season of song
Full of sweet promise, but something went wrong.
Doctors once prescribed a tonic:
"Sulphur and molasses" was the dose.
Didn't help a bit, my condition must be chronic,
Spring can really hang you up the most.
All alone, the party's over.
Old Man Winter was a gracious host.
But when you keep praying for snow to hide the clover
Spring can really hang you up the most
