| Lyrics: | Once there was a thing called spring,
When the world was writing verses like yours and
mine.
All the lads and girls would sing,
When we sat at little tables and drank May
wine.
Now April, May, and June are sadly out of tune, life has stuck a pin in the
balloon.
Spring is here! Why doesn't my heart go dancing?
Spring is here! Why isn't the
waltz entrancing?
No desire, no ambition leads me, maybe it's because nobody needs
me?
Spring is here! Why doesn't the breeze delight me?
Stars appear! Why doesn't the night
invite me?
Maybe it's because nobody loves me, spring is here, I hear! |
