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 Spring fever
When it isn't even Spring?

I keep wishing I were somewhere else
Walking down a strange new street
Hearing words that I have never heard
From a girl I've yet to meet
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BRI'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
BRI'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
BRI haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing
BRBut I feel so gay in a melancholy way
BRThat it might as well be Spring
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Writer(s): Oscar Hammerstein 2nd, Richard Rodgers<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com