They Say It’s Spring.

They Say It’s Spring.

Lyrics: The late American singer, songwriter, actor and radio and television presenter Bob Haymes (1923–1989) and American obscure songwriter Marty Clarke.
Vocals: American jazz singer, pianist and actress (1924–2009) Margrethe Blossom Dearie.

They Say It’s Spring.

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 gave this whole world this crazy.
Heavenly, hazy hue,
I’m a lark,
I’m a wing,
I’m a spark of a firefly’s fling.
Yet to me,
This must be,
Something more than a seasonal thing.
They say it’s spring,
Those bells that I can hear ringing,
It may be spring,
But when the robins start singing,
You’re what I’m clinging to.
Though they say it’s spring,
It’s you.
If poets sing,
That when a heart sympathetic,
It’s merely spring,
Then poets plights are pathetic,
Though 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.

End