It Might As Well Be Spring
Debby Boone Lyrics


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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
Oh, why should I have spring fever
When it isn't even spring?

I keep wishing I were someone else
Walking down a strange new street
And hearing words that I have never heard
From a girl, I've yet to meet

I'm as busy as 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 that's 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

I keep wishing I were someone else
Walking down a strange new street
And hearing words that I have never heard
From a girl, I've yet to meet

Oh, I'm as busy as 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 that's 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

Debby Boone's song It Might As Well Be Spring is a classic from the musical State Fair. The lyrics describe a feeling of restlessness and longing for change, of wanting to escape one's current circumstances and experience something new and different. The singer compares herself to a willow in a windstorm and a puppet on a string, giving us the sense of being tossed around by the winds of fate, without control over her own life. She feels vaguely discontented, like a nightingale without a song to sing; though she is not sure what it is she wants, she is certain that she wants something more.


Throughout the song, the singer expresses a sense of yearning for something beyond her present reality. She wishes she were someone else, walking down a strange new street and hearing words she has never heard before from a girl she has yet to meet. She keeps herself busy spinning daydreams like a spider, and swinging like a giddy baby. She admits she hasn't even seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing, but she feels so gay in a melancholy way that it might as well be spring. The song's final line suggests that spring is a time of renewal, and the singer wants to experience that change and renewal in her own life.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I feel very restless and cannot settle down, just like a willow tree that is unable to stay calm in a windstorm.


I'm as jumpy as puppet on a string
I'm feeling nervous and restless, like a puppet that is constantly bouncing while it is being operated by its master.


I'd say that I had spring fever
I experience a feeling of restlessness and even trouble focusing, which is akin to spring fever. But I know that it's not spring season that's causing this.


But I know it isn't spring
I know that my distress is not related to the wonderful refreshing atmosphere of spring.


I am starry eyed and vaguely discontented
I'm feeling somewhat euphoric yet dissatisfied for no specific reason, like someone who is peering at the stars with a dreamy mind.


Like a nightingale without a song to sing
I am just like a nightingale, constantly feeling lost and without direction, unable to sing my usual melodies.


Oh, why should I have spring fever
Why am I feeling this way, almost akin to spring fever, when it is not technically that time of year?


When it isn't even spring?
It just isn't spring, so why do I feel like this?


I keep wishing I were someone else
I wish to become someone else and start anew, moving away from my current state.


Walking down a strange new street
I envision myself walking down a path that is unfamiliar and completely unknown to me.


And hearing words that I have never heard
I want to hear phrases and words that I've never heard before, expanding my vocabulary and experiences.


From a girl, I've yet to meet
I wish to hear these new words from a girl that I have yet to come across.


I'm as busy as spider spinning daydreams
I'm constantly spinning new ideas and fantasies in my head like a spider weaving its web.


I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I feel lightheaded and a little dizzy, like a child who feels very excited while swinging.


I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
I haven't seen signs of nature revitalizing itself, such as flowers or baby birds.


Or a robin that's on the wing
I haven't seen a robin, which is a symbol of spring, taking flight.


But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
I feel very happy, but at the same time, a little sad and down, almost in conflict with myself.


That it might as well be spring
My joyful and confused state is so powerful that it mimics the vibe of springtime, despite it not actually being spring.


It might as well be spring
I'm feeling so strongly that it might as well be spring, both in terms of my joy and restlessness.




Writer(s): Hammerstein Oscar 2nd, Rodgers Richard

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