Lyrics of It might as well be spring

Oscar Peterson

pochette album It might as well be spring
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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

It might as well be spring

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