It Might As Well Be Spring Lyrics - Getz/gilberto #2 - João Gilberto Stan Getz

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 as starry eyed and gravely 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 I have never 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 or a bluebird on the wing, 

But I feel so gay in a melancholy way, 

That it might as well be spring, 

It might as well be, might as well be, 

It might as well be spring.