(rodgers & hart)
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
Spring is here, why isn
No desire, no ambition leads me
Maybe it
Spring is here, why doesn
Stars appear, why doesn
Maybe it
Spring is here
Spring is here
Spring is here
I hear