Escucha Spring, Spring, Spring de Howard Keel, Tommy Rall, Russ Tamblyn, Matt Mattox, Alan Davies & C Parlato.

Spring, Spring, Spring

Howard Keel, Tommy Rall, Russ Tamblyn, Matt Mattox, Alan Davies & C Parlato

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ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES

Howard Keel

Intérprete

Howard Keel, Tommy Rall, Russ Tamblyn, Matt Mattox, Alan Davies, C Parlato, Robert Wacker,Gene Lanham, M Spergel, Bill Lee, Virginia Gibson, Barbara Ames, Betty Allan, Betty Noyes, Marie Vernon

Howard Keel, Tommy Rall, Russ Tamblyn, Matt Mattox, Alan Davies, C Parlato, Robert Wacker,Gene Lanham, M Spergel, Bill Lee, Virginia Gibson, Barbara Ames, Betty Allan, Betty Noyes, Marie Vernon

Intérprete

MGM Studio Orchestra

MGM Studio Orchestra

Orquesta

Norma Zimmer

Intérprete

Tommy Rall

Intérprete

Russ Tamblyn

Intérprete

Matt Mattox

Intérprete

Barbara Ames

Intérprete

C Parlato

Intérprete

Virginia Gibson

Virginia Gibson

Intérprete

Betty Noyes

Intérprete

Alan Davies

Intérprete

Betty Allan

Intérprete

Gene Lanham

Intérprete

M Spergel

Intérprete

Robert Wacker

Intérprete

Bill Lee

Intérprete

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

Gene de Paul

Composición

Johnny Mercer

Autoría

Bob Franklyn

Orquestación

Letra

Oh the barnyard is busy

In a regular tizzy

And the obvious reason is

Because of the season

Ma Nature's lyrical

With her yearly miracle

Spring, spring, spring

All the hen-folk are hatchin'

While their men-folk are scratchin'

To ensure the survival of

Each brand new arrival

Each nest is twitterin'

They're all baby-sitterin'

Spring, spring, spring

It's a beehive of buddin' son and daughter life

Every family has plans in view

Even down in the brook the underwater life

Is forever blowing bubbles too

Every male little mallard

Honks a heart-rending ballad

From the stream where he sloshes

In his web-foot galoshes

He gurgles brimmingly

"We'll get along swimmingly"

Spring, Spring, Spring

Every field wears a bonnet

With some spring daisies on it

Even birds of a feather

Show their clothes off together

Suns gettin' shinery

To spotlight the finery

Spring, spring, spring

From his eyrie, the eagle with his eagle eye

Gazes down across his eagle beak

And a fixin' his lady with the legal eye

Screams "Suppose we set the date this week"

Yes siree spring disposes

That it's all one supposes

It's a real bed of roses

Waggin' tails, rubbin' noses

Each day is mother's day

The next is some other's day

When all is king

Written by: Gene de Paul, Johnny Mercer

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