Spring Is Here

Once there was a thing called spring



When the world was writing verses like yours and mine



All the boys and girls would sing



As we sat at little tables and drank May wine



Now April, May and June seem 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, spring is here, spring is here, I hear