It Might As Well Be Spring歌词

作词 : Richard Rodgers/Oscar Hammerstein
作曲 : Richard Rodgers/Oscar Hammerstein
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 mamma says
I sit around and mourn
Pretending that I am so wonderful
and knowing
I'm adored
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
Hearing words
that 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