It Might As Well Be Spring (feat. Astrud Gilberto) [Live In New York City, 1964]

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 have spring fever But I know it isn't spring I'm as starry eyed and vaguely discontented Like a nightingale without a song to sing Why should I have spring fever When I know it isn't 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 Oh, that it might as well be 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 Oh, that it might as well be spring