| Song | It Might As Well Be Spring |
| Artist | Danny Williams |
| Album | Collection |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics:Oscar Hammerstein Ii Music:Richard Rodgers | |
| 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 am starry-eyed and vaguely 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 heard | |
| From a girl 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 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 |
| Lyrics: Oscar Hammerstein Ii Music: Richard Rodgers | |
| 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 am starryeyed and vaguely 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 heard | |
| From a girl 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 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 |
| Lyrics: Oscar Hammerstein Ii Music: Richard Rodgers | |
| 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 am starryeyed and vaguely 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 heard | |
| From a girl 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 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 |