It might as well be spring

I’m as restless as a willow in a windstorm,

I’m as jumpy as a puppet on a string

I’d say that I had spring fever,

But I know it isn’t spring

 

I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented,

Like a nightingale without a song to sing

O why should I have spring fever,

When it isn’t even spring

 

I keep wishing I were somewhere else,

Walking down a strange new street

Hearing words that I’ve never heard

From a man I’ve yet to meet

 

I’m as busy as spider spinning daydreams,

Spinning, spinning daydreams

I’m as giddy as a baby on a swing

I haven’t seen a crocus or a rosebud,

Or a robin on the wing

But I feel so gay in a melancholy way,

That it might as well be spring.

 

It might as well be spring.

 

Lyrics by: Oscar Hammerstein II

Music by: Richard Rodgers

From the Film: State Fair 1945