It Might As Well Be Spring
Bill Evans Trio Lyrics


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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 daydreams
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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Bill Evans Trio's "It Might as Well Be Spring" convey a feeling of restlessness, hyperactivity, and vague discontentment that echoes the beginning of a new season. The singer compares themselves to a willow in a windstorm and a puppet on a string, indicating a lack of control over their emotions and actions. They speak of having spring fever, yet realizing that it isn't actually spring, hinting that the change in season has triggered a shift in their mood and behavior. They feel like a nightingale without a song and long for new experiences by wishing to be somewhere else, walking down a strange new street.


The imagery presented in the lyrics is rich and evocative. The comparison of the singer to a spider spinning daydreams and a baby on a swing reflects their unfocused energy and creativity. The yearning for something new is represented by the desire to hear words they've never heard from a girl they've yet to meet. The final line, "it might as well be spring," suggests that the singer's internal transformation is so profound that it's as if the season has changed, even though it hasn't.


Overall, "It Might as Well Be Spring" is a poignant reflection on the human experience of seasonal change and its impact on emotions and behavior.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I feel agitated, anxious and unsure, similar to how a willow tree sways uncontrollably in a strong wind


I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I feel nervous and twitchy, like a puppet being pulled in different directions on strings


I'd say that I had spring fever But I know it isn't spring
I feel a sense of restlessness and excitement that is commonly associated with spring, but I am aware that it is not actually springtime


I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented Like a nightingale without a song to sing
I am daydreaming and feeling somewhat sad, like a nightingale that cannot find a melody to sing


Oh, why should I have Spring fever When it isn't even spring?
I wonder why I feel this energized and restless when springtime isn't even here yet


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 yearn for something new and exciting, to explore unfamiliar streets and to connect with someone new


I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I am preoccupied with daydreaming and feel playful and lighthearted


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
Even though I haven't seen any traditional spring signs like flowers or birds, I feel happy and lively in a bittersweet sort of way that it could be mistaken as spring




Lyrics © Kanjian Music, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Tratore, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Oscar Hammerstein II, Richard Rodgers

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@Ron239

Incomparable beauty and genius.

@onofrioeliotanzarella2305

Meravigliosamente super......

@ericwyness9089

makes a space, a place in the mind, born of dream and long ago, one is again a child in a park, a meadow of the memory.

@MarkBlackburnWPG

You sir, are a poet. So few evocative words -- conveying so much. Thanks for sharing, EricWyness 9089

@bernardokrengiel5977

Obrigado por nós dar tanta beleza.BFK

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