Rosemary Clooney - It Might As Well Be Spring
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ROSEMARY CLOONEY


It Might As Well Be Spring Lyrics

The things I used to like, I don't like any more,
I want a lot of other things I've never had before,
It's just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn
Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I'm adored

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

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Songwriter(s): Oscar Ii Hammerstein, Oscar Hammerstein 2nd, Oscar Hammerstein Ii, Richard Rodgers
Copyright: Williamson Music Inc., Williamson Music, Williamson Music CO.-A Div. Of Rodgers And Hammerstein
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