It Might as Well Be Spring

(1945) richard rodgers, oscar hammerstein iiIm as restless as a willow in a windstorm,

Im as jumpy as a puppet on a string,

Id say that I had spring fever,

But I know it isnt spring.

Im as starry eyed and vaguely discontented,

Like a nightingale without a song to sing.

Oh, why should I have spring fever,

When it isnt even spring?

I keep wishing I were somewhere else,

Walking down a strange new street,

Hearing words that I have never never heard,

From a man Ive yet to meet.Im as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,

Im as giddy as a baby on a swing,

I havent 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.