THEY SAY IT'S SPRING
Bob Haymes / Marty Clarke

as rec by Blossom Dearie (vocal & piano) 
w Ray Brown (bass) Herb Ellis (guitar) & Jo Jones (drums) 
September 1957

arb Erin McKeown


When I was young I lived in a world of dreams,
Of moods and myths and illusionary schemes.
Though now I'm much more grown up,
I fear that I must own up
To the fact that I'm in doubt of
What the modern cynics shout of.

They say it's Spring,
This feeling light as a feather;
They say this thing,
This magic we share together,
Came with the weather too!

They say it's May
That's made me daft as a daisy!
It's May they say
That gave the whole world this crazy heavenly hazy hue!

I'm a lark on the wing,
I'm the spark of a firefly's fling,
yet to me
This must be
Something more than a seasonal thing!

Could it be Spring,
Those bells that I can hear ringing?
It may be Spring,
But when the robins stop singing
You're what I'm clinging to;
Though they say it's Spring, it's you!

If poets sing
That when a heart's sympathetic,
It's merely Spring,
Then poets' plights are pathetic,
Though I'm poetic too!

They say it's Spring,
For lovers that's where the lure is;
That evil thing
For which September the cure is!
This they are sure is true!

Though I know
That it's so,
That my fancy may turn to Spring,
With the right
One in sight,
One can find a perpetual thing!

Did I need Spring
To bring the ring that you bought me?
Though it was Spring
That wondrous day that you caught me!
Darling, I thought we knew
That it wasn't Spring, 'twas you!



(Transcribed by Peter Akers - October 2011)