It Might As Well Be Spring   Rodgers and Hammerstein, State Fair, Dick Haymes (#5 in 1945),
Paul Weston (#6 in 1945), Sammy Kaye (#4 in 1946)

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.
I'm as busy as a spider spinning day dreams,
I'm as giddy 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!