spring is here
fitzgerald, ella
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
life has stuck a pin in the boat. spring is here
why doesn't my heart go dancing?
why isn't the waltz entrancing?
maybe it's because nobody needs me
why doesn't the breeze delight me?
why doesn't the night invite me?
maybe it's because nobody loves me
maybe it's because nobody loves me