It might as well be spring

Though my translating skills leave much to be desired, hearing French sung seems so romantic in a teenage interpretation sort of way.  I am half-way through the Hugo and Nebula Award-winning AMONG OTHERS, by Jo Walton and her protagonist, at 15, is miles beyond my own dreamy, moony self at more than four times that age.  The recommendation for the book came from a source I can't remember and while I try to write such things in a journal next to the computer, sometimes the notes end up on scraps or back of envelopes and sifting through them - yes, they are mostly still around - would take great gobs of time.  If any of you who read here passed on that title to me, could you let me know?  My brother and I both have grateful thanks to extend.  So here, for a bright and warming Los Angeles morning, something lilting with no (thank you, Woody Allen) heaviosity.


IT MIGHT AS WELL BE SPRING (condensed version) by Rodgers and Hammerstein from STATE FAIR

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 had spring fever,
But I know it isn't spring.
I'm starry-eyed and vaguely discontented
Like a nightingale without a song to sing.
Oh, why should I have spring fever
When it isn't even 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,
It might as well be spring.


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