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
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
