I Feel So Gay In A Melancholy Way

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 & 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 someone else
Walking down a strange new street

Hearing words that I've never head

From someone 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 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

Rodgers/Hammerstein

1945