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 the 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