It Might As Well Be Spring Lyrics - Nina Simone
(1945) Richard Rodgers, Oscar Hammerstein II
The things I used to like, I don't like any more,
I want a lot of other things I've never had before,
It's just like my mother says, I sit around and mope
Pretending I'm so wonderful and knowing I'm a dope
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'm as starry eyed and gravely discontented,
Like a nightingale without a song to sing.
Oh, 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,
sponsored linksHearing words I have never never heard,
From a man I've yet to meet.
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing,
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud,
Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing,
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way,
That it might as well be spring,
It might as well be, might as well be,
It might as well be spring.
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