It Might as Well Be Spring (remastered) Lyrics

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 it isn't even spring
I'm starry-eyed, 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 man I′ve yet to meet
I'm as dizzy 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
And that′s why I feel this way
And yet I know it's not spring today
But it might as well be spring