Nina Simone - It Might As Well Be Spring lyrics

(1945) richard rodgers, oscar hammerstein ii The things i used to like, i don't like any more, I want a lot of other things i've never had before, It's just like my mamma says, i sit around and mourn Pretending that i am so wonderful and knowing i'm adored 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 as starry eyed and gravely 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 i have never 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 or a bluebird on the wing, But i feel so gay in a melancholy way, That it might as well be spring, It might as well be, might as well be, It might as well be spring.