Tag: Spring Is Here

Spring Is Here

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 Maybe it’s becaus nobody needs me Spring is here Why doesn’t the breeze delight me Stars appear Why doesn’t the night invite me But maybe it’s because nobody […]

Spring Is Here

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 Maybe it’s becaus nobody needs me Spring is here Why doesn’t the breeze delight me Stars appear Why doesn’t the night invite me But maybe it’s because nobody […]

Spring Is Here

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 Maybe it’s becaus nobody needs me Spring is here Why doesn’t the breeze delight me Stars appear Why doesn’t the night invite me But maybe it’s because nobody […]

Spring Is Here

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 balloon. Spring is here! […]

Spring Is Here

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 balloon. Spring is here! […]

Spring Is Here

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 […]

Spring Is Here

(rodgers & hart) Once there was a thing called spring When the world was writing Verses like yours and mine All the boys and girls would sing As we sat at little tables and drank may wine Now april, may and june Seem sadly out of tune Life has stuck a pin in the balloon […]