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 gave the whole world this crazy heavenly hazy hue i m a lark on the 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 hard sympathetic it s merely spring then poets plights are pathetic though 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