Once I was a sentimental thing
Threw my heart away each spring
Now a spring romance hasn’t got a chance
Promised my first dance to winter
All I’ve got to show’s a splinter for my little fling
Spring this year has got me feeling
Like a horse that never left the post
I lie in my room staring up at the ceiling
Spring can really hang you up the most
Morning’s kiss wakes trees and flowers
And to them I’d like to drink a toast
I walk in the park just to kill lonely hours
Spring can really hang you up the most
All afternoon those birds twitter twit
I know the tune, this is love, this is it
Heard it before and I know the score
And I’ve decided that spring is a bore
Love seemed sure around the new year
Now it’s April, love is just a ghost
Spring arrived on time, only what became of you, dear
Spring can really hang you up the most