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      Spring 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 because nobody needs me      Spring is here, why doesn't the breeze delight me?   Stars appear, why doesn't the night invite me?   Maybe it's because nobody loves me   Spring is here, spring is here, spring is here, I hear