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