The things I used to like,
I don't like any more,
I want a lot of other things
I've never had before,
It's just like my mamma says,
I sit around and mourn
Pretending that I am so wonderful
and knowing I'm adored
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.
The Amazing Nina Simone
- Blue Prelude
- Children Go Where I Send ..
- Stompin' at the Savoy
- It Might as Well Be Sprin..
- You've Been Gone Too Long
- That's Him Over There
- Chilly Winds Don't Blow
- Theme From Middle of the ..
- Can't Get Out of This Moo..
- Willow Weep for Me
- 1. Feeling good
- 2. I put a spell on you
- 3. Sinnerman
- 4. Ain't Got No, I Got Life
- 5. Love me or leave me
- 6. Here comes the sun
- 7. I wish I knew how It woul..
- 8. To love somebody
- 9. Dont let me be misunderst..
- 10. My baby just cares for me