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’t my heart go dancing
   Spring is here, why isn’t the waltz entrancing
   No desire, no ambition leads me
   Maybe it’s because nobody needs me
  
   Spring is here, why doesn’t the breeze delight me
   Stars appear, why doesn’t the night invite me
   Maybe it’s because nobody loves me
   Spring is here
   Spring is here
   Spring is here
   I hear