Laura Fygi - It Might as Well Be Spring lyrics

(Rogers/Hammerstein) 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 O why should I have spring fever When it isn't even spring I keep wishing I were someone 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 wind But I feel so gay in a melancholy way That it might as well be spring It might as well be spring