Spring Is Here (Portrait in Jazz) - Bill Evans

Once there was a thing called spring

When the world was writing verses like yours and mine,

All the lads and girls would sing

When we sat at little tables and drank May wine.

Now April, May and June

Are sadly out of tune

Life has stuck a pin in the boat.

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, I hear

Maybe it’s because nobody loves me Spring is here, I hear