It Might as Well Be Spring

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 Sprin

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm, I'm as jumpy As 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 O why should I have spring

small(Oscar Hammerstein II/Richard Rodgers)/small Agitée comme un roseau dans la tourmente Tout m'énerve et tout m'irrite en ce moment Le monde me désenchante Par ce beau jour de printemps Fatiguée, désabusée et sans courage Impatiente je ne sais plu

[00:00.57]It Might As Well Be Spring [00:04.57]Astrud Gilberto [00:06.57] [00:12.57]I;m as restless as a willow in a windstorm [00:18.11]I;m as jumpy as a puppet on a string [00:23.85]I;d say that I had spring fever [00:29.45]But I know it isn;t spri

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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 Sprin

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 Sprin

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 Sprin

Stacey Kent - It Might As Well Be Spring The things I used to like, I dont like any more, I want a lot of other things Ive never had before, Its just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing Im adored I

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 Sprin