It Might Well Be Spring
Stan Getz / Astrud Gilberto Lyrics

The things I used to like, I don't like any more,
I no longer enjoy the things that once brought joy to my life.

I want a lot of other things I've never had before,
I desire to experience new things and have different pleasures.

It's just like my mamma says, I sit around and mourn
I sense a feeling of sadness and loss within myself, as my mother warned me.

Pretending that I am so wonderful and knowing I'm adored
Although I act as if I am extraordinary and loved, I am aware of the truth and the opposite feeling.

I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm,
I am very anxious and uneasy, like a willow tree in a stormy wind.

I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string,
I am nervous and fidgety, as if controlled by someone else, like a puppet on strings.

I'd say that I had spring fever,
I could describe my emotions as the feverish excitement of springtime.

But I know it isn't spring.
However, I am aware that it is not truly the season of spring, but rather the state of my mind.

I'm as starry eyed and gravely discontented,
My eyes are full of hope and wonder, but my spirit is deeply dissatisfied and unhappy.

Like a nightingale without a song to sing.
Just as the nightingale is incomplete without its melody, my life is lacking.

Oh, why should I have spring fever,
Why do I feel this way when the season does not dictate the mood?

When it isn't even spring?
This is a different condition not caused by the change of seasons.

I keep wishing I were somewhere else,
I continue to daydream of being in a different place than where I am now.

Walking down a strange new street,
I envision myself on an unfamiliar street, exploring a new environment.

Hearing words I have never never heard,
I imagine hearing surprising utterances and exciting new phrases.

From a man I've yet to meet.
These words are being spoken to me by a man I have not yet encountered.

I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,
Like a spider spinning a web, my mind is occupied by making daydreams come to life.

I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing,
I feel light-headed and thrilled, like a child on a swing.

I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud,
I have not seen any signs of spring in nature, like flowers blooming.

Or a robin or a bluebird on the wing,
I have not spotted any birds like robins or bluebirds flying around yet.

But I feel so gay in a melancholy way,
I have happy emotions despite feeling sad at the same time.

That it might as well be spring,
I am experiencing the same feelings that one does in spring, even though it is not.

It might as well be, might as well be,
It seems to be so much like spring in feelings that it's practically indistinguishable from it.

It might as well be spring.
Despite the current season, my emotions and state of being could be likened to that of springtime.