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