It Might As Well Be Spring

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string I'd say that I had spring fever But I know it isn't springI am 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 somewhere else Walking down a strange new street Hearing words that I have never heard From a man, I've yet to meetI'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 Or a robin on the wingBut I feel so gay in a melancholy way That it might as well be spring It might as well be spring I keep wishing, I were somewhere else Walking down a strange new street Hearing words that I have never heard From a man, I've yet to meetI'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 Or a robin on the wingBut I feel so gay in a melancholy way That it might as well be spring It might as well be spring