I'm As Restless As A Willow In A Windstorm
I'm As Jumpy As 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
And Hearing Words That I've Never Head
From A Girl I've Yet To Meet
I'm As Busy As Spider Spinning Daydreams
Spinning 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