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 boat.



     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