It Might As Well Be Spring 1945

by James Pitt-Payne, KLondon UK - 18Oct2016
2016

The things I used to like
I don't like any more.
I want a lot of other things
I never had before.
It's just like Mother says,
I sit around and mope,
pretending I am wonderful
and knowing I'm a dope!

I'm as restless
as a willow
in a wind storm,
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 someone 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 busy
as a spider spinning daydreams,
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing.
I haven't seen a crocus or a rose bud
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...

Soft karaoke
Words
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lyric
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It Might As Well Be Spring 1945
Music by Richard Rodgers
Lyrics by Oscar Hammerstein II
© 1945 by Williamson Music
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Tuesday 18 October 2016 at 20.22
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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James Pitt-Payne