It might as well be spring
Kiri Te Kanawa 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

Kiri Te Kanawa's song "It Might As Well Be Spring" is a romantic tune about feeling restless and yearning for a change even when it's not spring. The singer expresses her emotions using the metaphor of the willow tree in a windstorm, which symbolizes restlessness and anxiety. She also compares herself to a puppet on a string, suggesting a lack of control over her emotions.


The main theme of the song is the feeling of wanting something new and exciting but not knowing exactly what that might be. The singer longs to be somewhere else, walking down a strange new street and hearing new words from a girl she's never met. The vivid imagery creates a sense of wanderlust and a desire for change.


Despite the use of the word "fever," the singer acknowledges that it isn't actually spring yet. The concept of spring fever is used to describe the feeling of restlessness and discontentment, which can occur at any time of the year. The singer feels starry-eyed and giddy in a melancholy way, hinting at a sense of longing for love and romance.


In conclusion, "It Might As Well Be Spring" is a beautiful song that captures the feeling of restlessness and yearning for change that everyone experiences at some point in their lives. The rich and vivid imagery, combined with the singer's emotive delivery, makes this song a classic romantic ballad.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I am feeling agitated and uneasy, like the branches of a willow tree that sway unpredictably in the wind.


I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I am feeling anxious and nervous, like a toy puppet that reacts to the slightest tug of a string.


I'd say that I had spring fever But I know it isn't spring
I feel the same enthusiasm and restlessness that people associate with spring, but I know that it isn't the season that's causing my feelings.


I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented Like a nightingale without a song to sing
I am hopeful and romantic, but also somewhat unhappy or dissatisfied, like a bird that is usually celebrated for its singing, but doesn't feel like singing.


Oh, why should I have Spring fever When it isn't even spring?
I am questioning why I feel this way when it's not even the season that's typically associated with this type of restlessness and excitement.


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 want to experience something new and exciting, like discovering a new place or meeting a new person.


I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
I am happily absorbed in my own fantasies and thoughts, like a spider that tirelessly spins its web, or a baby that is thrilled by the sensation of swinging.


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
Although I haven't experienced any of the typical signs of spring, I am feeling cheerful in a slightly sad or nostalgic way, as if the season has already arrived.




Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Written by: MILES DAVIS

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