It Might As Well Be Spring

It Might As Well Be Spring - Stan Getz

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 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.