Lyrics It Might as Well Be Spring - Jane Monheit
Im
as
restless
as
a
willow
in
a
windstorm,
Im
as
jumpy
as
a
puppet
on
a
string,
Id
say
that
I
had
spring
fever,
But
I
know
it
isnt
spring.
Im
as
starry
eyed
and
gravely
discontented,
Like
a
nightingale
without
a
song
to
sing.
Oh,
why
should
I
have
spring
fever,
When
it
isnt
even
spring?
I
keep
wishing
I
were
somewhere
else,
Walking
down
a
strange
new
street,
Hearing
words
I
have
never
never
heard,
From
a
man
Ive
yet
to
meet.
Im
as
busy
as
a
spider
spinning
daydreams,
Im
as
giddy
as
a
baby
on
a
swing,
I
havent
seen
a
crocus
or
a
rosebud,
Or
a
robin
or
a
bluebird
on
the
wing,
But
I
feel
so
gay
in
a
melancholy
way,
That
it
might
as
well
be
spring,
It
might
as
well
be,
might
as
well
be,
It
might
as
well
be
spring.
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