It Might as Well Be Spring [*]

I keep wishing I were somewhere else

Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Hearing words that I have never, never heard
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
From a man I have yet to meet
Walking down a strange new street
Yes, it might, might as well be spring
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I'm as starry eyed and vaguely discontented
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
Hearing words that I have never heard
Walking down a strange new street

But I know it isn't even spring
That it might as well be spring
From a man I have yet to meet
Or a robin on the wing

I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
Oh, I keep wishing I were somewhere else
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
Or a robin on the wing
When I know it isn't even spring?
Oh, why should I have spring fever

I'd say that I had spring fever
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way

That it might as well be spring
My, I feel so gay in a melancholy way