It Might as Well Be Spring

I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud

Walking down a strange new street
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams

That it might as well be spring

My, I feel so gay in a melancholy way
Hearing words that I have never, never heard
I'm as starry eyed and vaguely discontented
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I keep wishing I were somewhere else
When I know it isn't even spring?
Hearing words that I have never heard
Walking down a strange new street
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way

Or a robin on the wing
From a man I have yet to meet

Oh, why should I have spring fever
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
That it might as well be spring
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud

I'd say that I had spring fever
Or a robin on the wing
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
From a man I have yet to meet
But I know it isn't even spring
Oh, I keep wishing I were somewhere else
Yes, it might, might as well be spring