Erin McKeown - They Say It's Spring lyrics
[Erin McKeown - They Say It's Spring lyrics]
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's made the whole world this crazy
Heavenly hazy hue
I'm a lark on a 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 may be spring
Then poets' plights are pathetic
But, I'm poetic too
They say it's spring
For lovers there'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 in the 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
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's made the whole world this crazy
Heavenly hazy hue
I'm a lark on a 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 may be spring
Then poets' plights are pathetic
But, I'm poetic too
They say it's spring
For lovers there'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 in the 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