It Might As Well Be Spring
Astrud Gilberto Lyrics


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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.

Overall Meaning

The first verse of the song "It Might As Well Be Spring" by Astrud Gilberto seems to talk about a sense of restlessness and desire for change. The singer talks about how the things they used to like no longer interest them and how they want things they've never had before. They seem to be stuck in a state of mourning, pretending to be wonderful even though they know they are adored. The singer is saying they are restless, thinking about the things they don't have and the things they want but can't seem to attain.


The second verse builds on this feeling of restlessness, comparing the singer's emotional state to a willow in a windstorm, and a puppet on a string. They are describing being starry-eyed and gravely discontented, like a nightingale without a song to sing. Even though they feel like they have spring fever, the singer acknowledges that it isn't spring. The feeling they have is not explained by the weather or the season but is an internal discomfort that they can't quite shake.


The third verse follows a similar theme. The singer wishes they were somewhere else, somewhere new and exciting, hearing words they have never heard before from someone they have yet to meet. The singer's mind is occupied with daydreams, and the feeling of giddiness is compared to that of a baby on a swing. Even though they haven't seen any signs of spring, such as crocuses, rosebuds, robins, or bluebirds, the singer still feels a sense of happiness, though it's mixed with melancholy. The phrase "it might as well be spring" is repeated several times, suggesting that even though the physical signs of spring are absent, the singer's emotional state is akin to that of springtime.


Line by Line Meaning

The things I used to like, I don't like any more,
I've lost interest in the things that once brought me pleasure.


I want a lot of other things I've never had before,
I desire new experiences and opportunities that I've yet to encounter.


It's just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn
As my mother always points out, I tend to sulk and dwell on my discontentment.


Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I'm adored
I try to portray myself as confident and beloved, but deep down I feel inadequate.


I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm,
I am extremely unsettled and uneasy, like a tree swaying in a strong gust of wind.


I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string,
I am nervous and anxious, like a marionette being controlled by a puppeteer.


I'd say that I had spring fever,
I might describe my emotional state as being influenced by the energy of springtime.


But I know it isn't spring.
However, I am aware that this feeling is not actually due to the season.


I'm as starry eyed and gravely discontented,
I am both idealistic and highly dissatisfied with my current circumstances.


Like a nightingale without a song to sing.
I feel like I have a lot to express, but lack the means or inspiration to do so.


Oh, why should I have spring fever,
I wonder why I am experiencing this particular mood, which seems to be attributed to springtime.


When it isn't even spring?
Especially considering that it is not actually the season of spring currently.


I keep wishing I were somewhere else,
I frequently daydream about being in a different place, mentally or physically.


Walking down a strange new street,
I envision myself exploring new and unfamiliar surroundings.


Hearing words I have never never heard,
I long to hear fresh ideas and perspectives that challenge and stimulate my mind.


From a man I've yet to meet.
I feel drawn to someone who is a complete stranger to me.


I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,
I am preoccupied with my own thoughts and fantasies, much like a spider weaving a web.


I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing,
I feel lightheaded and euphoric, like an infant on a playground swing.


I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud,
I have not observed any of the natural signs of spring, such as the blooming of flowers.


Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing,
Nor have I witnessed any birds in flight, although they are commonly associated with spring.


But I feel so gay in a melancholy way,
Despite my melancholic mood, I experience a sense of happiness or lightness.


That it might as well be spring,
I am so affected by these emotions that I may as well be experiencing the season of spring.


It might as well be, might as well be,
In fact, my current disposition is so pervasive that it could be considered a substitute for the actual season.


It might as well be spring.
Thus, I continue to feel influenced by the spirit of spring, regardless of the time of year.




Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Tratore
Written by: Oscar Hammerstein II, Richard Rodgers

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@danioeuricosolanosolano4049

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



@Juli-po3mf

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.



@zzzz6688

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I'm as jumpy as 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
O why should I have spring fever
When it isn't even spring
I keep I were someone else
Walking down a strange new street
And hearing words that I've never head
From a girl I've yet to meet
I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams
Spinning spinning daydreams
I'm as giggy 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



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Lets make it clear Astrud Gilberto is unbeatable.....whoever voted this song thumbs down is apparently deaf...

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