Once there was a thing called spring
When the world was writing verses like yours and mine
All the lads and 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