Give Him the Ooh-La-La: They Say It's Spring - Blossom Dearie

When I was young, I lived in a world of dreams

Of moods and myths and illusionary schemes

Though now I’m much more grown up I fear that I must own up To the fact that I’m in doubt of What the modern cynics shout of They say it’s spring, this feeling light as a feather

They say this thing, this magic we share together

Came with the weather too

They say it’s May, that’s made me daft as a daisy

It’s May they say, that’s made the whole world this crazy

Heavenly hazy hue

I’m a lark on a wing

I’m the spark of a firefly’s fling

Yet to me this must be Something more than a seasonal thing

Could it be spring, those bells that I can hear ringing?

It may be spring, but when the robins stop singing

You’re what I’m clinging to Though they say it’s spring

It’s you

If poets sing that when a heart’s sympathetic

It may be spring, then poets' plights are pathetic

But I’m poetic too

They say it’s spring, for lovers there’s where the lure is That evil thing, for which September the cure is This, they are sure, is true

Though I know that it’s so That my fancy may turn in the spring

With the right one in sight

One can find a perpetual thing

Did I need spring to bring the ring that you bought me?

Though it was spring, that wondrous day that you caught me Darling I thought we knew

That it wasn’t spring

‘Twas you