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..
Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart. . Sprinh is here. Why doesn't my heart go dancing. Spring is here. Why isn't the waltz entrancing. No desire no ambition leads me.
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 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 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.
She was too good to me. How can I get along now?. So close she stood to me. Everything seems all wrong now. She would have brought me the sun. Making me smile, that was her fun.
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.