It Might As Well Be Spring Lyrics

Dick Haymes It Might As Well Be Spring

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 wishing I were someone else, walking down a strange new street
Hearing words that I've never heard from a girl I've yet to meet
I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams, I'm as giddy 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

I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams
I'm as giddy 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
Oh it might as well be spring