It Might As Well Be Spring Lyrics - Reflections Of Rosemary - Debby Boone

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 

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 

And hearing words that I have never heard 

From a girl, I've yet to meet 

I'm as busy as 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 that's 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 

I keep wishing I were someone else 

Walking down a strange new street 

And hearing words that I have never heard 

From a girl, I've yet to meet 

Oh, I'm as busy as 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 that's 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