The sun is shining where clouds have been,
Maybe it's something to do with Spring!
I feel no older than seventeen,
Maybe it's something to do with Spring!
A feeling I can't express,
A sort of lilt in the air,
A lyrical loveliness
Seems everywhere, there!
That cow resembles a rural dean,
Maybe it's something to do with Spring!
The Spring is here, dear,
Oh dear, oh dear, dear!
Can't you see
The simply agonising sheen
On every angry little tree?
You must admit it's rather fun
To think that every single thing
That nature ever does is over done!
You see exactly what I mean;
It all looks far too clean,
A badly painted scene,
The gra** is far too green!
Perhaps there's something we have missed,
I never could have kissed
A sentimentalist!
Still, there's something in the atmosphere,
A sort of something, dear,
That makes me happy, dear.
The sun is shining where clouds have been,
Maybe it's something to do with Spring!
I feel no older than seventeen,
Maybe it's something to do with Spring!
A feeling I can't express,
A sort of lilt in the air,
A lyrical loveliness
Seems everywhere, there!
That sheep's expression is quite obscene,
Maybe it's something to do with Spring!
(Noel Coward with Ray Noble & his Orchestra September 20th, 1932)