It's Anybody's Spring Lyrics - Margaret Whiting

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 fever, when it isn't even spring 

I keep I were someone else, walking down a strange new street 

And hearing words that I've never heard from a guy I've yet to meet 

I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams, spinning spinning daydreams 

I'm as giggy 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.