(Rodgers & Hart) 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
