Though it was spring
With the right one in sight
They say it's spring
That wondrous day that you caught me
Then poets plights are pathetic
This magic we share together
If poets sing
This feeling light as a feather
You're what I'm clinging to
Something more than a seasonal thing
Though I'm poetic too
That gave the whole world this crazy
They say this thing
For which September the cure is
That's made me daft as a daisy
But when the robins stop singing
Those bells that I can hear ringing
I'm a lark on the wing
Could it be spring
That evil thing
To bring the ring that you bought me
Did I need spring
One can find a perpetual thing
Yet to me this must be
I fear that I must own up
Though I know that it's so
Darling I thought we knew
This they are sure is true
To the fact that I'm in doubt of
I'm the spark of a firefly's fling
Though they say it's spring, it's you
Though now I'm much more grown up
Heavenly, hazy hue
That my fancy may turn in the spring
It may be spring
That when a hard sympathetic
They say it's spring
Came with the weather too
For lovers, there's where the lure is
It's merely spring
They say it's May
It's May, they say
What the modern cynics shout of
