Lyrics It Might As Well Be Spring - Live At Carnegie Hall, NY / 1964 - Stan Getz feat. Astrud Gilberto & João Gilberto

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 have spring fever, but I know it isn't spring
I'm as starry-eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Why should I have spring fever when I know it isn't 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 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 or a robin on the wing
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
Oh, that 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 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 or a robin on the wing
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
Oh, that it might as well be spring