[00:00.00]It Might as Well Be Spring - David Whitaker/Margaret Whiting
[00:03.88]Written by：Davis Miles
[00:07.76]The things I used to like I don't like any more
[00:14.94]I want a lot of other things I've never had before
[00:21.35]It's just like mother says I sit around and mourn
[00:31.04]Pretending I am wonderful and knowing I'm adored
[00:42.04]I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
[00:48.68]I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
[00:54.40]I'd say that I had spring fever
[00:59.72]But I know it isn't spring
[01:05.21]I'm as starry eyed and gravely discontented
[01:10.54]Like a nightingale without a song to sing
[01:16.80]Why should I have spring fever
[01:22.31]When it isn't even spring
[01:28.25]I keep wishing I were somewhere else
[01:33.88]Walking down a strange new street
[01:39.59]Hearing words that I have never heard
[01:44.99]From a man I've yet to meet
[01:49.88]I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
[01:55.67]I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
[02:01.34]I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
[02:06.40]Or a robin on the wrong wing
[02:12.16]But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
[02:17.97]That it might as well be spring
[02:23.40]It might as well be spring