Testo Spring Is Here Ella Fitzgerald
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 doesnât my heart go dancing?
Spring is here
Why isnât the waltz entrancing?
No desire,
No ambition leads me
Maybe itâs because nobody needs me
Spring is here
Why doesnât the breeze delight me?
Stars appear
Why doesnât the night invite me?
Maybe itâs because nobody loves me
Spring is here, I hear
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Maybe itâs because nobody loves me
Spring is here, I hear