It Might as Well Be Spring
by Margaret Whiting & David Whitaker & His Orchestra
Lyrics and Meaning
It Might as Well Be Spring Lyrics
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 I were someone else, walking down a strange new street
And hearing words that I've never heard from a guy I've yet to meet
I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams, spinning spinning daydreams
I'm as giggy 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.
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