It Might As Well Be Spring - Nannie Porres

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm

I'm as jumpy as puppet on a string

Oh why should I have spring fever

When it isn't even spring

I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented

Like a nightingale without a song to sing

It know I have spring fever

When it isn't even spring

I keep wishing I were someone else

Walking down a strange new street

Hearing words that I have never heard

From a man I've yet to meet

I'm as busy as 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

That it might as well be spring