Once there was a thing
Called Spring
When the world
Was writing verses
Like yours and mine
All the Latin girls
Would sing
When we sat
At little tables
And drank May wine
Now April May and June
Are 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 I hear
Maybe it's because
Nobody loves me
Spring is here I hear