Laura Fygi
It Might as Well Be Spring
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstormI'm as jumpy as puppet on a stringI'd say that I had spring feverBut I know it isn't springI am starry eyed and vaguely discontentedLike a nightingale without a song to singO why should I have spring feverWhen it isn't even springI keep wishing I were someone elseWalking down a strange new streetAnd hearing words that I've never headFrom a man I've yet to meetI'm as busy as spider spinning daydreamsSpinning spinning daydreamsI'm as giddy as a baby on a swingI haven't seen a crocus or a rosebudOr a robin on the wingBut I feel so gay in a melancholy wayThat it might as well be spring It might asWell beSpring
From Letras Mania