(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 doesnt my heart go dancing

Spring is here, why isnt the waltz entrancing

No desire, no ambition leads me

Maybe its because nobody needs me



Spring is here, why doesnt the breeze delight me

Stars appear, why doesnt the night invite me

Maybe its because nobody loves me

Spring is here

Spring is here

Spring is here

I hear