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, It might as well be spring.
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérprete: Sarah VaughanPublicado em 2010 (25/Nov) e lançado em 2010 (30/Dez)ECAD verificado fonograma #2115638 em 07/Mai/2024