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