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.
(1945) Richard Rodgers, Oscar Hammerstein II. . The things I used to like, I don't like any more,. I want a lot of other things I've never had before,.
The hills are alive, with the sound of music. (ah a a ah). . (ah a a ah). . (ah a a ah). . (ah a a ah). . My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies....
The hills are alive, with the sound of music. (ah a a ah). . (ah a a ah). . (ah a a ah). . (ah a a ah). . My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies....
The hills are alive with the sound of music (Ah ah ah ah). With songs they have sung for a thousand years (Ah ah ah ah). The hills fill my heart (Ah ah ah ah).
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.
The gentleman is a dope,. A man of many faults,. A clumsy Joe. Who wouldn't know. A rumba from a waltz.. . The gentleman is a dope. And not my cup of tea;.