歌曲 | They Say It's Spring |
歌手 | Erin McKeown |
专辑 | Sing You Sinners |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
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 |
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 |
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 |