Ella Fitzgerald - It Might As Well Be Spring

I will never forget the first time I heard this song.  I was at the symphony with my mother.  There was a wonderful black history program that featured several of my city's renound performers.  When I got home, I didn't hestiate to look the song up on the internet.  It's such a beautiful song.
I hope you enjoy this.
 




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 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 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 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.
ichooselife ichooselife
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1 Response Aug 3, 2010

you know, I think so too.