It Might as Well Be Spring — текст песни (Frank Sinatra)

Im as restless as a willow in a windstorm

Im as jumpy as puppet on a string

Id say that I had spring fever

But I know it isnt 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 isnt even spring

I keep I were someone else

Walking down a strange new street

And hearing words that Ive never head

From a girl Ive yet to meet

Im as busy as spider spinning daydreams

Spinning spinning daydreams

Im as giggy as a baby on a swing

I havent 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