It Migh As Well Be Spring
Ella Fitzgerald 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 mama 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 lyrics of Ella Fitzgerald's song "It Might As Well Be Spring" convey a deep sense of yearning for change and new experiences. The first paragraph describes a longing for something different. The singer no longer enjoys the things they once did, and desires new things that they have never experienced before. However, they also acknowledge the contrast between their desire for change and their current situation. They pretend to be wonderful and adored, despite feeling a sense of mourning for the things they no longer find fulfilling.


In the second paragraph, the singer compares their restlessness to a willow tree in a windstorm and a puppet on a string. These similes illustrate their lack of contentment and stability in their current state. They mention having "spring fever," a term typically associated with a sense of restlessness and desire for change during the spring season. However, they clarify that it isn't actually spring, emphasizing their discontentment and longing for something more.


Moving on to the third paragraph, the singer expresses a desire to be somewhere else entirely, walking down unfamiliar streets and hearing new words from someone they have yet to meet. This highlights their yearning for adventure and a sense of being stuck in a monotonous routine. They feel starry-eyed and discontented, like a nightingale without a song to sing, further emphasizing their longing for something more fulfilling.


Finally, the fourth paragraph conveys the singer's active imagination and their ability to indulge in daydreams. They feel giddy and busy, like a baby on a swing or a spider spinning webs of dreams. Despite not having witnessed the traditional signs of spring, such as blooming flowers or birds in flight, they still feel a sense of joy in a melancholy way. This juxtaposition reflects their bittersweet longing and acceptance that even though it may not be spring, the possibility of change and new beginnings exists. Overall, the lyrics capture the restless longing for something more and the anticipation of a brighter future.


Line by Line Meaning

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


I want a lot of other things I've never had before
I desire new experiences and possessions that are unfamiliar to me


It's just like my mama says, I sit around and mourn
I wallow in self-pity and pretend to be exceptional, even though I know I am loved


Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I'm adored
Putting on a facade of greatness while acknowledging the admiration I receive


I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I feel unsettled and constantly yearning for change, like a willow tree swaying in a storm


I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I am anxious and easily agitated, just like a puppet controlled by strings


I'd say that I had spring fever,
I could claim to have spring fever,


But I know it isn't spring
But deep down, I am aware that it is not actually spring


I'm as starry-eyed and gravely discontented,
I am dreamy and filled with longing, but also deeply dissatisfied


Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Similar to a nightingale deprived of its melodic voice


Oh, why should I have spring fever,
Why should I experience spring fever,


When it isn't even spring?
When the season of spring has not even arrived?


I keep wishing I were somewhere else
I constantly yearn to be in a different place


Walking down a strange new street
Strolling through an unfamiliar and peculiar street


Hearing words I have never never heard
Listening to words that are entirely new to my ears


From a man I've yet to meet
Spoken by a man whom I have not yet come across


I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
I am occupied with weaving fantasies, much like a spider spins its intricate web


I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I feel lightheaded and joyous, similar to a baby enjoying a swing


I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud
I have not witnessed the blooming of a crocus or the emergence of a rosebud


Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing
Nor have I spotted a robin or a bluebird gracefully soaring through the air


But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
Nevertheless, I experience a sense of happiness in a wistful manner


That it might as well be spring
To the extent that it could be considered spring


It might as well be, might as well be,
It can be regarded as such, it can be deemed as such


It might as well be spring
It could be compared to the season of spring




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

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闕毓瑩

歌詞

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 asWell beSpring



n00se

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 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 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 on the wing

But I feel so gay
In a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring

And that's why I feel this way
And yet I know it's not spring today
But it might as well be spring



jil davison

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
O 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've never head
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 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



All comments from YouTube:

Paul Riofski

My favorite song from "State Fair" and a marvelous performance by Ella, one of the greatest voices of the 20th century; way to go, catman!

Romy Igoe

SO many fine versions of this! You can't really go wrong with Ella..

闕毓瑩

歌詞

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 asWell beSpring

William L Robinson

Great song sung by Queen Ella!! Vocals do not get better than this by Ella.

n00se

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 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 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 on the wing

But I feel so gay
In a melancholy way
That it might as well be spring

And that's why I feel this way
And yet I know it's not spring today
But it might as well be spring

Dawn Latta

Ella Fitzgerald was a one of a kind singer & had a way with a song!

dangading dangading

It just doesn't get any better than this.

Randall Sundeen

Pure Elegance!!!!

Julie De Leon

So nice rendition

Loretta Burnell

Love that song THANK YOU

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