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
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
Hearing words that I have never heard
From a girl 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 on the wing
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring
[04:58.00]I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
[04:58.00]I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
[04:58.00]I'd say that I had spring fever
[04:58.00]But I know it isn't spring
[04:58.00]I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented
[04:58.00]Like a nightingale without a song to sing
[04:58.00]Oh, why should I have Spring fever
[04:58.00]When it isn't even spring?
[04:58.00]I keep wishing I were somewhere else
[04:58.00]Walking down a strange new street
[04:58.00]Hearing words that I have never heard
[04:58.00]From a girl I've yet to meet
[04:58.00]I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
[04:58.00]I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
[04:58.00]I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing
[04:58.00]But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
[04:58.00]That it might as well be spring