Текст песни It Might As Well Be Spring - Woody Shaw
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
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
girl
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
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