paroles de chanson They Say It's Spring - Blossom Dearie
                                                When 
                                                    I 
                                                was 
                                                young, 
                                                    I 
                                                lived 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                world 
                                                of 
                                                dreams
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                moods, 
                                                and 
                                                myths, 
                                                and 
                                                illusionary 
                                                schemes
 
                                    
                                
                                                Though 
                                                now 
                                                I'm 
                                                much 
                                                more 
                                                grown 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                fear 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                must 
                                                own 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                the 
                                                fact 
                                                that 
                                                I'm 
                                                in 
                                                doubt 
                                                of
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                the 
                                                modern 
                                                cynics 
                                                shout 
                                                of
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                say 
                                                it's 
                                                spring
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                feeling 
                                                light 
                                                as 
                                                    a 
                                                feather
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                say 
                                                this 
                                                thing
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                magic 
                                                we 
                                                share 
                                                together
 
                                    
                                
                                                Came 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                weather 
                                                too
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                say 
                                                it's 
                                                May
 
                                    
                                
                                                That's 
                                                made 
                                                me 
                                                daft 
                                                as 
                                                    a 
                                                daisy
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                May, 
                                                they 
                                                say
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                gave 
                                                the 
                                                whole 
                                                world 
                                                this 
                                                crazy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Heavenly, 
                                                hazy 
                                                hue
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                    a 
                                                lark
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                the 
                                                wing
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                the 
                                                spark 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                firefly's 
                                                fling
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yet 
                                                to 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                This 
                                                must 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Something 
                                                more 
                                                than 
                                                    a 
                                                seasonal 
                                                thing
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                say 
                                                it's 
                                                spring?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Those 
                                                bells 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                hear 
                                                ringing
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                may 
                                                be 
                                                spring
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                robins 
                                                stop 
                                                singing
 
                                    
                                
                                                You're 
                                                what 
                                                I'm 
                                                clinging 
                                                to
 
                                    
                                
                                                Though 
                                                they 
                                                say 
                                                it's 
                                                spring
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                poets 
                                                sing
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                when 
                                                    a 
                                                heart 
                                                sympathetic
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                merely 
                                                spring
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                poets 
                                                plights 
                                                are 
                                                pathetic
 
                                    
                                
                                                Though 
                                                I'm 
                                                poetic 
                                                too
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                say 
                                                it's 
                                                spring
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                lovers, 
                                                there's 
                                                where 
                                                the 
                                                lure 
                                                is
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                evil 
                                                thing
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                which 
                                                September 
                                                the 
                                                cure 
                                                is
 
                                    
                                
                                                This, 
                                                they 
                                                are 
                                                sure 
                                                is 
                                                true
 
                                    
                                
                                                Though 
                                                    I 
                                                know
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                it's 
                                                so
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                my 
                                                fancy 
                                                may 
                                                turn 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                spring
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                right 
                                                one 
                                                in 
                                                sight
 
                                    
                                
                                                One 
                                                can 
                                                find 
                                                    a 
                                                perpetual 
                                                thing
 
                                    
                                
                                                Did 
                                                    I 
                                                need 
                                                spring
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                bring 
                                                the 
                                                ring 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                bought 
                                                me?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Though 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                spring
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                wondrous 
                                                day 
                                                that 
                                                you 
                                                caught 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Darling, 
                                                    I 
                                                thought 
                                                we 
                                                knew
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                it 
                                                wasn't 
                                                spring
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Twas 
                                                you
 
                                    
                                
                            1 'Deed I Do
2 Lover Man
3 Everything I've Got
4 Comment Allez-Vous?
5 More Than You Know
6 Thou Swell
7 It Might As Well Be Spring
8 Tout Doucement
9 You for Me
10 Now At Last
11 I Hear Music
12 Wait Till You See Her
13 I Won't Dance
14 A Fine Spring Morning
15 They Say It's Spring
16 Johnny One Note
17 Blossom's Blues
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