Spring is Here
Once there was a thing called SpringWhen the world was writing versesLike yours and mineAll the boys and girls would singAs we sat at little tables and drank May wineNow April, May and JuneSeem sadly out of tuneLife has stuck a pin in the balloon
Spring is hereWhy doesn’t my heart go dancing?Spring is hereWhy isn’t the waltz entrancing?No desire, no ambition leads meMaybe it’s because nobody needs me
Spring is hereWhy doesn’t the breeze delight me?Stars appearWhy doesn’t the night invite me?Maybe it’s because nobody loves meSpring is hereSpring is hereSpring is hereI hear