paroles de chanson It Might As Well Be Spring (Live) - Ella Fitzgerald

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 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 wishing I were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
Hearing words that I've never head
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
It might as well be
Spring