Spring is Here

<br>Once there was a thing called spring<br><br>When the world was writing verses like yours and mine,<br><br>All the lads and girls would sing<br><br>When we sat at little tables and drank may wine.<br><br><br><br>Now april, may and june<br><br>Are sadly out of tune<br><br>Life has stuck a pin in the boat.<br><br><br><br>Spring is here<br><br>Why doesnt my heart go dancing? <br><br>Spring is here<br><br>Why isnt the waltz entrancing? <br><br><br><br>No desire,<br><br>No ambition leads me<br><br>Maybe its because nobody needs me<br><br><br><br>Spring is here<br><br>Why doesnt the breeze delight me? <br><br>Stars appear<br><br>Why doesnt the night invite me? <br><br><br><br>Maybe its because nobody loves me<br><br>Spring is here, I hear<br><br><br><br>&lt;instrumental break&gt;<br><br><br><br>Maybe its because nobody loves me<br><br>Spring is here, I hear