Nina Simone - It Might As Well Be Spring lyrics

(1945) richard rodgers, oscar hammerstein ii<br><br>The things I used to like, I don't like any more,<br>I want a lot of other things I've never had before,<br>It's just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn<br>Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I'm adored<br><br>I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm,<br>I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string,<br>I'd say that I had spring fever,<br>But I know it isn't spring.<br><br>I'm as starry eyed and gravely discontented,<br>Like a nightingale without a song to sing.<br>Oh, why should I have spring fever,<br>When it isn't even spring? <br><br>I keep wishing I were somewhere else,<br>Walking down a strange new street,<br>Hearing words I have never never heard,<br>From a man I've yet to meet.<br><br>I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,<br>I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing,<br>I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud,<br>Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing,<br>But I feel so gay in a melancholy way,<br>That it might as well be spring,<br>It might as well be, might as well be,<br>It might as well be spring.