Текст песни It Might as Well Be Spring - alternate take - Sarah Vaughan
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'm
starry-eyed
and
vaguely
discontented
Like
a
nightingale
without
a
song
to
sing.
Oh,
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
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.
And
that's
why
I
feel
this
way,
And
yet
I
know
it's
not
spring
today,
But
it
might
as
well
be
spring.
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