It Might as Well Be Spring

　　It Might As Well Be Spring - Andy Williams

　　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