Lyrics of Song It Might As Well Be Spring

I´m as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I´m as jumpy as 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 i were someone else
Walking down a strange new street
And hearing words that i´ve never head
From a girl i´ve yet to meet
I´m as busy as spider spinning daydreams
Spinning spinning daydreams
I´m as giggy 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