It Might as Well Be Spring - Mono; Single Edit; 2017 Remaster

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
 It might as well be spring