It Might As Well Be Spring
Embracing Restlessness: A Seasonal Allegory
Lyrics
I'm as restless as a willow in a windstorm
I feel unsettled and agitated like a willow in a windstorm.
I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string
I am nervous and jittery, similar to a puppet manipulated on a string.
I'd say that I had spring fever
Although I might describe my feelings as spring fever,
But I know it isn't spring
I acknowledge that it's not actually spring.
I am starry-eyed and vaguely discontented
I am dreamy and somewhat dissatisfied,
Like a nightingale without a song to sing
Comparable to a nightingale without a song to sing.
Oh, why should I have Spring fever
Why do I experience spring fever,
When it isn't even spring?
Even when spring has not arrived?
I keep wishing I were somewhere else
I find myself yearning to be in a different place,
Walking down a strange new street
Wandering through unfamiliar streets.
Hearing words that I have never heard
Hoping to hear new and unfamiliar words,
From a girl I've yet to meet
Especially from a girl I have not yet met.
I'm as busy as a spider spinning daydreams
I am occupied with daydreams,
I'm as giddy as a baby on a swing
Feeling light-headed like a baby on a swing.
I haven't seen a crocus or a rosebud or a robin on the wing
Despite not seeing signs of spring like crocuses, rosebuds, or robins,
But I feel so gay in a melancholy way
I feel joyful in a bittersweet way.
That it might as well be spring
My emotions are so positive that it might as well be spring.
It might as well be spring
These feelings are so strong that it might as well be spring.
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