Once I was a sentimental thing
Threw my heart away each Spring
But now a Spring romance hasn´t got a chance
Promised my first dance to Winter
And all I´ve got to show´s

A splinter for my little fling
Spring this year has got me feeling
Like a horse that´s 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 winter long those birds they twitter twit
I know the song, "This is love, this is it!"
Heard it before and I know the score
And I´ve decided that Spring is a bore

Doctors once prescribed a tonic
Sulphur and molasses was the dose

That didn´t help a bit, my condition must be chronic
Spring can really hang you up the most

I´m all alone, the party is over
Old man Winter was a gracious host
But when you keep praying for snow to hide the clover
Spring can really hang you up the most

Cette chanson est une reprise. Sa version originale a été créée par
Ella Fitzgerald