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I m as restless as a willow in a windstorm, hearing words i have never never heard, i keep wishing i were somewhere else
When it isn t even spring, like a nightingale without a song to sing Be, i haven t seen a crocus or a rosebud
I m as giddy as a baby on a swing, hearing words i have never never heard
like a nightingale without a song to sing
but i know it isn t spring
might as well be
but i know it isn t spring
i m as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I haven t seen a crocus or a rosebud, but i know it isn t spring, or a robin or a bluebird on the wing
I keep wishing i were somewhere else, i keep wishing i were somewhere else
Hearing words i have never never heard, i m as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I m as jumpy as a puppet on a string, hearing words i have never never heard Well, like a nightingale without a song to sing
It might as well be, it might as well be Might, i m as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I m as giddy as a baby on a swing, like a nightingale without a song to sing, i m as giddy as a baby on a swing
that it might as well be spring
But i know it isn t spring, i keep wishing i were somewhere else Spring, it might as well be spring
hearing words i have never never heard
i m as giddy as a baby on a swing
Might as well be, i haven t seen a crocus or a rosebud, like a nightingale without a song to sing
I keep wishing i were somewhere else, i haven t seen a crocus or a rosebud
I m as starry eyed and gravely discontented, might as well be, it might as well be spring
That it might as well be spring, but i know it isn t spring, it might as well be